We are where we are because the power of women has been systematically repressed for more than 4,000 years. “As regards the sexes,” explained Aristotle, “the male is by nature superior and the female inferior, the male ruler and the female subject.” As it was, so it is. Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.
Selfishness continues to be humanity’s most besetting sin. According to this convolution, the rich deserve to be rich and the poor deserve to be poor. Am I selfish? Of course not. Not me.
Can you hear those great thundering cracks? The patriarchy is falling down.
Tell a guy that his ontology includes an unexplored feminine aspect. Watch his eyes roll. Women know the look. It’s bad patrimony, is all. The mythopoetic traditions, including Christianity (see Proverbs 8), describe wisdom, Philo-Sophia, as a feminine faculty, as the sublimity of space.
Charismatic, gun-loving, alcoholic, competitive, ruthless, compartmentalized, sexually ambiguous—few expressed the zeitgeist of post-war America with more clarity than novelist Ernest Hemingway. When his powers waned, he sank into mind-hell and shot himself.