MAN 1 pdf. Why Isn't the World Masculine?

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1 MAN 1 pdf Why Isn't the World Masculine? Why isn't the world masculine? I'm talking earth, the planet, blue-white orb in space as seen by launched satellite and other human creations. I see a globe, round as an ovum and no amount of abstraction can suggest a testicle 'cause where's the pouch, the vas and the necessary companion? So, the planet does not lend itself to imagery of phallus. Amen! A brook, a stream, river or lake, in fact any body of H2O pure, salted or springing forth again fails to touch the psyche and transform into a hazy male surrogated as it were, visions of the proud, hard or erect. Earth warm, moist, dry or snow covered, alone without mount or tree or harvest protruding leaves me uninformed as to what it is to be male. It's the rocket poised to blast into the virgin sky out of view to land or orbit. Skyscrapers suggest the masculine lean, tall yet firmly sunk within the surface for support. Ah! the tree too stands up hinting a little of one sex, though the canopy of branch and leaf blurs the message as do those roots twinning within the dark of earth's cover.

2 "Nature" is essentially feminine in psychic scope. The masculine, well, it's there but always rooted and no matter how far the reach the alpha and yes perhaps omega too, originates within the feminine. All this tends to make the man feel dispossessed between the cut of umbilical and death. So, he creates images of himself that nature forgot to mirror. He keeps wanting to sink his root yet, not yet the omega! He seeks to own his womb and grave, to do whatever he likes, or abstract it all the far unknown, to claim a thought that's purely his own (uprooted). And that's the fear of man today a wee, vulnerable phallus to define his-self amidst all the feminine of creation. Man doesn t pray Man doesn t pray the same way as woman. Man must first sheathe himself agree to be a momentary eunuch humble that core of manhood to enjoin with the All still beyond the truth of self if left within that abstract state quite passive and inactive unreferenced to any life. By embracing a woman prays all the aches and pain the seemingly mundane absorbed into the self the random and planned touching her personally and thus transformed a holocaust up-curling smoke to greet

3 the All, all that is of her. She need only accept, her whole being active. Man needs woman to pray. One through whom his message rises. A mother church virgin bride the company his country a she who embody his prayer that can be sacrificed through her acceptance and commingled into the All that breathes in her, while he, sheathed commits to that inspired birth. Witness Within Courting the illusive Goddess within sporting penis or pen, in Grace or sin hoping to merit a blessed glance given a moment, a fair man s chance, erect or limp, it doesn t matter fast or slow that upward ladder bold or shy, laughing or even crying high or low, crawling or scrambling. What matters on any given day is the way I set out to pray to enter beyond that gate fore which I wait, my fate entwined within my Soul there find her imagined mold too mortal to stand as testament a witness to her wonderment set deep, so steep within despite my state of Grace or sin. Male-Fear Impotence! Impotence at the critical moment: limp, bent and useless powerless. Avoid! Avoid!

4 A state of being exposed. Quick, the rhino horn(s) viagra?! delay the power shift. A new woman? New kinks? Fear. Retribution? Fear the woman clitoris unmoved undiscovered past bruised/abused. There's a clitoris in everyman's psyche only a patient loving other can discover... Fear abuse other things obtuse or worse neglect. Groping in the Mysteries I, man male homo-sapiens am groping in the mysteries and tho coping know my-self to be immersed in what is beyond knowing despite whatever human potential for who ll ever penetrate our given ontology other than enter be within its centre without point of reference other than the knowledge there is a God of whom I am a part as mere molecule of existence

5 from Bang to infinity, I, man, but half of this humanity shared co-equally with woman whose womb whose physiology identifies her as that other half which when drawn to me can create new life while my own is promised eternity. Orgasms: The Male's Wave after wave beneath me, the male not yet driven to his need thus able to witness savour and be awed. It's a gift unfolding within her, the potential Created becoming real and I, the attester, prior to my own immolation. A wish, a dream fulfillment shared with the one consecrated for life, till death; hungered for, yet dreaded: if she is freed will she of me have need? Patience, hope, love and faith were the virtues, combined with warm heart, hands and trust in the first Act: Adam and Eve as one. At 50, our new life begins adding to the oneness of man and wife and kids.