Duality – the Second movement
Of course, men and women are not the same. A man and a woman can be an intellectual match, but they are still, in essence, complementary parts of the whole, which can only be achieved in relation to the other. It is for this reason that I submit the notion that a woman wants to be claimed and a man wants to claim a woman. This is how it is supposed to work. Woman is the passive/receptive element and is acted on; man is the aggressor/initiator element and acts upon the world. This is a continual process. . .You must claim her over and over.
The Way begot one, And the one, two; Then the two begot three And three, all else.
-the Book of Tao
You are the one. Your wife is the two. Together you are the three. From that three, all else in your life flows.
To there and back again we go, the strings of a Bloch concerto drifting along in the background, whilst in the fore there is the clash of swords. Me, I’m off to the side, sitting under a tree, enjoying the violins. The factions can have the war, save one battle I shall enjoin.
First, though, a few secrets. Secret the first: Men and women are different. Secret the second: Married women are still women.
As to how that relates to the battle, men and women are different, married women are still women, and an appreciation for, a movement toward, the proper balance of the two is much more sanguine and productive than a Don Quixote reenactment society.
Sure, sure there are some windmills which need to be felled, but when all one has is a tilt. . .
As to the differences between the sexes, I may not be a doctor, but I have listened to Kiss’ Dr. Love, so I can say with some surety that those differences work quite well together. It is as though they complement one another, as though there is a fit between the bits and pieces. The fit, perhaps, transcends the physical. There is, perhaps, a symmetry between the cerebral.
Between light and dark. Between heat and cold. Between stoic and emotive. Between staid and erratic.
For what is the sound of one hand clapping?
Despite what we’ve been told, balance is not about cutting a list of chores in half, it’s not about taking turns picking restaurants. It’s not about physical balance, that is given. Balance is complementarity, duality.
When it comes to men, we are the light, we are the heat, we are stoic, we are staid.
We are bold.
The crimson arts were not forged in a hearth of supplication, they were borne of our differences, of duality. Some men merely forgot, whether by accident or by conscious design, of their existence. Ignorance, whether accidental or conscious, does not change the immutable laws of the universe.
So, go forth, be bold, and remember Walt Whitman’s advice:
Be composed—be at ease with me—I am Walt Whitman,
liberal and lusty as Nature;
Not till the sun excludes you, do I exclude you;
Not till the waters refuse to glisten for you,
and the leaves to rustle for you,
to glisten and rustle for you.
My girl, I appoint with you an appointment—and I charge you that you make
worthy to meet me,
And I charge you that you be patient and perfect till I come.