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Men beat women because they are afraid of them. Yet, what cataracts of direction stem from this simple statement, exploding in our eyes. What edification more terrifying than sight of her in the doorway, shrouded by shadow of the sun’s death? Darkness is her raiment of love as she whispers, without moving her lips: I am the Mother of mothers. I am the one you have always desired. You may not enter the temple of wisdom without passing through me.
To say the least, an arduous journey.