I met a man that told me he was a woman. Yet his anatomy told me otherwise. He assured me that the phenotypic reality I was witnessing was nothing more than a cultural mirage and that beneath the surface, far deeper inside, he was truly a female. But anatomy isn't a mirage, and biologically you can dig no deeper than your innate instruction code; at our fundamental structural starting point, lying at a biochemical depth analogous to the Mariana Trench, we find our DNA. Yet, even this man’s DNA testifies against him (as does his anatomy).
It’s deeper than that he assured me.
But there is no deeper than that.
He tells me his soul is in the wrong body gender: That his soul is female, while his body is male.
With this, we have left objective science. We have left biological reality. And we have ventured into pseudo-metaphysics, and the philosophy of speculation.
