An Essay A Day For A Year
By Roe
Day 67, March 7, 2012
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It might be fair or kind to say that men and women are equal in every way. If it were not for the fact that the highest and most prized responsibility in the universe is the bearing of children, then equality might in fact be possible. The truth is, when the highest man accomplishes true equality with the lowliest woman, she will simply bear her pregnant womb, and he will be relegated to insignificance with all the rest of his gender. Nature and the Universe have placed all Her eggs in Her one Basket, and the significance of man is reduced to a mere seed, and any one of many billions of seeds from a man who is any one of many billions of men.
A man is an extension of his sexuality, and a man walks with penis in hand, an extension of his heart and mind and self. When a man loves, his heart loves and his mind loves and his penis loves, and when a man loses love and loses her, he loses everything. When a woman loves, she cannot afford to have her body, her sexuality, her womb, connected with her heart and mind. As the possessor of the literal Holy Grail womb of the universe for billions of years, woman has learned that her self must be a separate entity from her procreative body. A woman may, by her choice, align her heart and mind with her beautiful sexual body, and her beautiful sexual body with her womb and motherhood, but this is her choice, and this choice reflects THE responsibility of Nature, and the survival of Life. A woman rarely truly makes this choice where heart and mind and body and womb and love are aligned and freely given, it is far too dangerous. When a woman loses him, she may hurt, but she still has her self intact.
As the living Holy Grail, woman is the center of the universe. Her body and womb are a 100 things to his one heart and penis, and possession of her body and womb by him does not insure that she feels or gives love or self or anything at all. A woman’s body is allure and seduction, it is bait and switch, it is proxy and decoy, it is voodoo doll to the use and effect of her design. A woman’s body and womb is toy and plaything, it is weapon and destructor, it is martyr and manipulator to effect the outcome of her use and the design of Nature. Even as victim and sexual object under his power, as mother of sons and daughters, Mother’s body can choose to be savior and saint and villain and murderer, and back again, within a day. No villainous or hateful soul ever had any less than a villainous and hateful mother. She as sexual and womb always maintains the power, and this power does not necessarily reflect the feelings of her heart or self or love. Nature has a billion years of placing the survival of all Life ahead of Her personal needs.
Woman as self, with heart and love to give and receive, have been long separated from her body and womb a billion years ago, out of need for the survival of our species. To love a woman as a person she must be loved as person, and as a person she is a heart and a mind, and to be loved as self she cannot be body and womb to him, which for him and her is impossible, since Nature calls us through our loins. The control of whether she surrenders her self as sexual and procreative self with her heart and mind is encoded in a billion years as victim of rape and abuse of power, and she herself does not completely control the subliminal and unconscious mechanism of heart Love and procreative Life, and the conflict that they represent for her.
When a woman loves she loves tentatively, a measure of heart over womb, a formula of love versus threat, and Nature always wins. She may feel tricked or victimized or jilted or used, by him or herself, but psychically and psycho-emotionally there has never been a foolish woman in history. She always knows what she is doing, and why, and with whom, and even if unknown to herself, she wields her power of body and womb as offense and defense, and always as ultimate victor and survivor. Most often she uses her body and womb as shield from her heart, and he loves the effigy of her and her children, while she remains behind the veil calculating her every critical and survivalist move, to safeguard her heart and self, and her ultimate responsibility, to propagate her species.
When he loves her and she loves him, her body and womb are surrendered to him, with the assumption that her heart and loyalty come as rewards as a whole self just as he gives to her. When she is hurt or jilted and has a motive to hurt, her same body is given to every shocking friend or enemy he may have as weapon against him, and her self remains the same behind the veil. She does not necessarily love with her body and womb, and then she does not necessarily stop loving when her body and womb are unavailable. Nature commands her to become pregnant and bare life, and Nature does not distinguish between true monogamous love and rape. Her heart desires and yearns for love no different than his, but as Holy Grail and center of the universe, she has learned to protect herself from her own body, and also to use her own body and womb to fulfill her own needs and goals.
A woman’s most powerful asset and also vulnerable object is her body and womb. She herself objectifies her body as reward and punishment, both of and at herself, and directed at him. When she idolizes herself and rewards him with her purity and exclusivity, she elevates herself and him, when she denigrates herself and her value and worth, she devastates him and denigrates him. Virgins succeed at exemplifying self while self and true motive remain hidden, while prostitutes gore the hearts and selves of men as they surrender their own loss to the him at hand, and the annihilation of the him that covets her back home, while she hides behind the veil as victim.
THE responsibility of the universe is to wield the power of Life. The power of life is wielded by women with the Grail of her body and womb. Only when she is absolutely safe, a rare time in the history of Life, does she as person with heart emerge in conjunction with her body and womb, and when she does she risks everything, she risks her self and the very survival of Nature. Our future as a species, and our future as men who need Her, rests on our ability to love her as a soul just as we wish to be loved as a soul, with her beautiful body and womb as her miraculous gift and bonus to us. In the meantime she is watching us, and doing the best she can to love and be happy, and insure the survival of her children. In the end, she always wins, and Nature insures it to be so.
See you tomorrow.
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