Life, as we live it today, is more highly socialized, more urbanized, more—so far as external relationships are concerned—standardized than it used to be. The Word has become uncomfortably small; we have not yet gained a complete control of our excessive procreational activity; so that there are far too many humans, and being so closely crowded together, we have to adopt all sorts of new precautions to avoid friction and permit of the greatest amount of mutual freedom available within our unduly narrow frontiers. So many of the old traditional social taboos having become antiquated or no longer adequate, there has been a furious activity in making new laws and regulations, without a due recognition of the fact that old taboos can only be replaced by new taboos, and that mere legal enactments, enforced, or left unenforced, by paid officials or the police, to be effective must themselves become taboos, printed on the fleshly tablets of the individual citizen’s heart.  #RyanPhillippe 1 of 11

Most psychologist agree that if people are not mentally mature by the age of 50, they will never mature. And speaking of taboos, I learned my lesson about doing things I am not supposed to, even if it is just simply an unspoken rule. I am very inquisitive, and I was in the mansion and knew I was not supposed to go above the second floors, but the elders were in the other room occupied with a conversation about a beam that needed to be replaced. I took this as an opportunity to go beyond my boundaries. I went into rooms that were really cool, but had been shut off. As I opened the door to one of the rooms, there was distressed gold lincrusta Walton wall coverings, etched with a flower vine type of design. The Cherubim chandelier, encrusted with crystal turned on and began to spin around and illuminate the room, it was as it the angel was alive and the lights reflected onto the gold wall paper and it was beautiful. I picked up my camera and started recording, but it was hard to keep a steady hand because I was so nervous. #RyanPhillippe2 of 11

As I walked further into the mansion, I was surprised that the elders did not hear me and reprehend me for going beyond the imposed barriers. The floors started to creek, but I was so enchanted that I kept going higher and higher in the mansion and capturing as many beautiful picture as I could. The mansion was seven stories tall, and it was supposedly built in 1885, but some of these places were so archaic, it seems that they were 5,000 years old and I loved that about them because they were not inexpensive, but had been hand crafted and built by people before we had all of these machines, and as you can imagine, a few people died and were seriously injured in the building process, so these mansions had souls. The higher I climbed, the weaker the floors became, but not like they were going to give away, but more like taffy, but I was so curious as to why the upper floors and certain rooms in the house had been closed off. #RyanPhillippe 3 of 11

Although it was daytime, the higher I got in the mansion, the more nervous I became because the floor became more emotional. The creaked and moaned like they were alive, it was a sound I never heard in my life and as I kept walking the more frequently and intense the creaking become, but I have to keep going. The wood banister and gold walls were amazing, the sunlight was filtered and hazy as it beamed through the large windows covered by sheers, the close I got to the seven floor, the more nervous I got, as the mansion seemed to be coming alive. The floors kept moaning, as if they were feeding off of me, and my knees started to buckle, the floors felt completely like walking on taffy and the souls of my feet hurt. Then I must have blacked out. However, I woke up in my bed, at 5am, and the lamp was on. I did not remember going to bed, and I always turned the lamp off before I went to sleep because I am sensitive to the light. I was all alone in the mansion and there was not a sound to be heard. I think the house eats people, and is a nexus of energy. #RyanPhillippe 4 of 11

It was an interesting place; I could go seasons without seeing my dad. And it was like my mother would make a rare cameo once or twice a year. Sometimes you would see people in the house and I was not sure if they were supposed to be there, if they were contractors, or if they were hunters. No matter, I felt comfortable around some of them, and while others seemed nice, I kept my distance because you never know. Sometimes I would see people in rooms they were not supposed to be in and they would wave at me, then I would never see them again. Once we had family members from out of town over, and they had a six-month old son. I went a month without seeing them, and I asked what happened to them, then I saw them later that night, and their son was now five. It was quiet as kept, but everyone knew there was something unusual about the house, and they would not say anything, but would give me looks or subtle ques to let me know something was going on. #RyanPhillippe 5 of 11

Personally, I think the mansion had other realms within it. And there would be other people in there all the time, but you may not see them because it was so large, and it possibly distorted time, but no one said a word because they did not believe their eyes either. It was like the place could read your thoughts and would project what you focused on. Of course, there were practical jokers, who tried to make it seem like the mansion was haunted, which it was, but we could always detect the difference from a prank and the mansion manifesting things. Because it was so large and had such a bizarre reputation, it attacked a lot of envy, mentally unstable people, and some of the kindest souls you would ever imagine. Nonetheless, everyone seemed kind of stand offish, and conversations were fleeting. #RyanPhillippe 6 of 11

 And the sex was absolutely prohibited. The sex taboos are at the centre of this process, not only because it so happens that the sex is a sphere in which change has of late taken place with unusual rapidity, but because the sex is at once, an extremely important region—so that it become a training ground for the social activities generally—and yet a region in which most of the essentials do not lend themselves to direct external control, and so its taboos must be both made and maintained, at all events in the first place, privately. And in a house that could sallow you a live and moaned and creaked like this, I knew this was a very spiritual house. During recent years, a half of this truth, the more destructive half has become widely realized. Real love and truth are stronger in the end than any deviance or misfortune. #RyanPhillippe 7 of 11

It is realized, that is to say, that many of the family and other social restrictions which were once inculcated on youth are outgrown and no longer to correspond of to the facts of the modern situation. I suspect that God was on Earth. A lot of people had started acting mentally unwell, and some thought it was the water or the heat. However, I watched my parents and they behaved normally. So after years of contemplation, I think the people who are having anal coitus, and the sex other for procreation had slowly been driven sane. Because you would see people come to the house, and after about a year, they started acting like they were drunk off dumby juice and everyone could see they were behaving bizarre, but them. They house slowly drove entire families insane. The discovery was made with enthusiasm by many who jumped to the conclusion that a go-as-you-please policy—a naïve obedience to the crude and uninformed impulse of the moment—was henceforth right and justifiable. #RyanPhillippe 8 of 11

Reflecting on the Victorian respectability, by taking the common form of sensuality, has often too exchanged the features of the present for the features of the past it has bartered the Puritanical repression of the sex (Netflix and Chill) for another form of repression, just as full of hatred and contempt as the Puritanic, but effected by the deadening influence of promiscuous indulgences. It seldom takes long, however, for those who follow this line of conduct to find where it inevitably leads. They have failed to see that in throwing away the antiquated worn-out taboos, they had still retained the license that those taboos assumed. The taboos, having largely become merely external restraints, had the function of keeping within the bounds an impulsive licence which was always tending to break those bounds, and demanded, perhaps rightly, and occasional orgy. #RyanPhillippe 9 of 11

The two, on the whole, balanced each other and were necessary to each other; the external taboo was functionless without the licence, and the licence was mischievous without the taboo. The man who loves, and loves truly, should not long permit its object to remain in any doubt of his feelings and intentions. The mind of a lover moves in a circle, or at least on a more circular course than other minds, some of which at times even seem to move almost in a straight line. I actually talked to a few men, who are heterosexual and homosexual and they admit that they do not like intercourse and refuse to engage in the process. The gay man said that the “thought of anal sex fills me with fear and is a serious turn-off.” He goes on to say that he loves intimacy, but fears that his preference is a deal-breaker and does not know if he should overcome his phobia or not? #RyanPhillippe 10 of 11

He has to understand that he does not have a phobia, but a preference, and he is perfectly entitled not to have intercourse. It was recommended that he recognizes predators—and never allows himself to be coerced into something he does not enjoy. Real love can only arise where there is either a void in the heart, occasioned by the falsehood or indifference of once favoruite object, or where love before has never been admitted. In wars the sorer the fight is, the greater is the glory of the victory; and the harder a person is to be won, the sweeter is their love when it is obtained. Fire in straw will not be hidden, and the flames of affection will burst forth at length, though it be long kept under. Life under the former conditions was certainly a discipline, but a discipline mainly imposed from without, whence the rebellion against it as soon as its prohibitions were found to be dead. #RyanPhillippe 11 of 11