An abstract pencil sketch of human history appears as crazy squiggles springing forth and shriveling back. Empires rise and shine. Sooner or later they run out of fuel, and shrink. Maybe it’s firewood—they burn it all. Maybe it’s wheat fields, succumbing to drought. Maybe it’s common sense, collapsing in the darkness of closed minds. Whatever it is, each empire falters, bleeds out . . . each fire finally dims as another blazes. These transitions register suddenly, while the critical gravities gather slowly and silently.
The rise and fall of empires are reflected as fractal patterns in see-saw cultural shifts, such as the recent collapse of Harvey Weinstein: “instantly” women are empowered to speak out against sexual abuse and manipulation.
Well, first of all: YaaaaY!!!
But let’s look beyond the moment, and ask what has been going on here . . .
Why are so many cultures around the world mean to women? Really, really mean. And humiliating.
Who thought this was a good idea?
Men have been bullying and silencing and abusing women in a lot of ways in a lot of places for a lot of centuries.
Have you ever visited a society where women beat up men and rape them and pay them less? And then kill them? Um, no.
Misogyny is so pervasive. Whether overt or covert, it’s pretty much world-wide, full time/space continuum.
Wouldn’t everyone—without being instructed—revere women, at the extreme fundamental minimum, for giving birth? Or are some guys somehow upset by such a miracle? Is it jealousy, guys, because no man could ever achieve anything equaling birth? Or are you, the hirsute mastodon-slaying monster, secretly afraid of women?
Let’s look at what the French call la difference.
Masculine energy. Feminine energy. Two different trajectories, two distinct interfaces with life.
If you’ll share in the gloss of over-simplification based on our hereditary roles: Men kill. Women nurture.
Not that all killing is pure evil. Not at all. To be sure, murder is often pure evil. Yet killing is also life feasting on life. In the natural world, killing is a vital part of the process. And in the human realm, we have to kill to survive, either plants or animals, your choice, but no matter how you cut it, you have to kill to live. It’s part of your job here, to keep the goods in motion. Biological energy doesn’t want to stand still.
And men are good at killing. God bless ‘em. Whether it’s wheat or whales or cotton or mutton or mussels, men will bring home the bacon. It’s good, honest work, this kind of killing, and it’s pretty simple. You either bring home the bacon, or you become brunch.
While men kill, women nurture. Turns out the nurturing thing can be a lot more complicated than the killing thing. Nurturing weaves fluid combinations of observation, adaptability, subtlety, and quiet assertion. This skill set, in toto, emanates from a subtly complex interface with life – a degree of complexity beyond the direct, the blunt and the forceful elements of execution.
It’s not that simple, of course. The yin/yang/ masculine/feminine/ yoni/lingam tide ebbs and flows in each of us. Which brings us, obviously, to the Ten Commandments . . .