Where love is suppressed, something explodes. Sometimes an institution. Other times a person.
As we continue our journey into the Self, we discover that some of our memories have left a scar. The man who was beaten as a boy does not, cannot forget what happened. The inner journey is the path of self-acceptance. Scars and all.
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.
A defence budget measures our devotion to the notion that the solution to violence is more violence. Giving us: “Death by government.” Now, a new and related term: “Death by climate change.”
Some men don’t know how they feel about you until they’ve fought you.