When you throw money at someone in hope that they would stay quite and let you get on with it, you take away their dignity.
Why then are you surprised when you encounter just what a person–who has their dignity taken from them–is capable of doing and concocting in her wild imagination?
We ‘love’ pathetic and weak men who blindly worship women, who worship them without knowing just what they are worshiping, but they do so in the hope of receiving a woman’s favour.
Ironically, women ‘love’ them, too, believe it or not—only not as sexual partners or partners for life. Women ‘love’ them like they love useful, unassuming furniture: it has its place and plays its part in the room.
Government should function and be held accountable as a ‘trust’.
Make no mistake about it, there is a ‘war’ of the sexes and it is our natural state. Only this war is more like an infinite dance, than a bloody battle to the death until someone finally emerges as victorious. See this as the war of life itself.
Both sexes strive to shape their counterpart to reflect their own image.
One needs its counterpart to be angular, strong, focused, immovable, deep and clear, but only because of the pleasure it eventually acquires from making it become soft, receptive, relaxed, open, joyous and rich.
So, this sex will say that it likes soft, receptive, relaxed etc. and it is not lying, even though it is attracted to and driven by its exact opposite!
Don’t let what she says she likes in a man confuse you when you see whom she is attracted to: the two are not as unrelated as they seem. What she says she likes represents the aim of her actions, the conclusion and end-point of her actions—sometimes even her frustrations. What she leaves out is that she will only be driven to act by the exact opposite of what she aims for. She too revels in the challenge of shaping men in her own image, but to experience the urge to shape, in the first place, there must be something to shape—its opposite.
The other sex is a mirror image of the above. It needs its counterpart to be soft, sensitive, receptive, purposeless, frivolous, noisy, full of movement and life, rich to the point of confusion and constantly there and not there at the same time, but only for the pleasure it eventually acquires from making it harder, less sensitive, more focused, more graceful, more purposeful, quieter and, yes, finally poorer and thinner as a result.
So, this sex will say it likes something focused, graceful, purposeful, quieter etc. and it is not lying, either, even though it is attracted to and driven by its exact opposite!
Don’t let what he says he likes in a woman confuse you when you see whom he is attracted to: the two are not as unrelated as they seem. What he says he likes represents the aim of his actions, but he is only driven to act by the exact opposite of what he aims for. He revels in the challenge of shaping a woman in his own image, but to feel the urge to shape, in the first place, there must be something to shape—its opposite.
It has always been like this among the sexes. We’ve just learned to cover it up, glisten it, gild it, moralize it, make it more refined and appealing, make it less chaotic, more orderly, make it much harder to notice and now, so far into human history, we refuse to accept it.
Fear of uncertainty represents the depression and demoralization of those entrepreneurial, innovative and creative spirits, which, since the beginning of our days on this wretched rock, have been the wellsprings of life and its affirmation.
Think of the misery that our life on this rock would be without their yes-saying in the face of uncertainty, fear, danger and their doing what needed to be done irrespective of the costs incurred on body, family, wife, husband and life…
Businessmen, inventors and artists have one thing in common: they dance jubilantly with life’s worst and best over the cliff of an abyss. They breathe the best within a storm, while the heavens are at the finest apex of their apparent cruelty…
A: How do you get to the truth?
B: Strip lies and falsehoods to their bare bones; ignore your emotions, especially, the most powerful and tasty ones.
A: I like them neurotic, uptight and constantly trying to control and perfect everything, critical to the bone and seemingly impossible to please.
B: Really? Oh, god, no. I’ve dated one too many of them: they talk all the time, they intervene when they shouldn’t, they take over when you wish they’d trust you to get on with it and they always second-guess you. The worst among them even struggle with delusion and paranoia: they think you have something to hide, or that you hate them, or that you might leave them—a real headache!
A: I know the type really well and I absolutely adore the whole thing!
B: What do you adore about it? I just don’t get it. It’s a waste of time.
A: I see the whole thing as the weather, as a hurricane or as a turbulent sea that I have to navigate. The whole process is exciting. What drives me and excites me most of all is when—sometimes because my touch, sometimes my words and sometimes my gaze—I render her soft, bright, light and happy in my arms. When she takes my effect on her and carries me off into the world calmly, confidently and freely…
B: Say what?
A: I love the feeling I acquire from relaxing her.
B: A waste of time, if you ask me.
A: Undoubtedly, at first. It takes time, effort and commitment to be a master of anything, but you knew that already, didn’t you?
B: I suppose…
