“… no cares in this world; where a girl loves a boy…”

“It’s queer how out of touch with truth women are. They live in a world of their own, and there had never been anything like it, and never can be. It is too beautiful altogether, and if they were to set it up it would go to pieces before the first sunset. Some confounded fact we men have been living contentedly with ever since the day of creation would start up and knock the whole thing over.”

― Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness

The ‘sphere is big on a man maintaining “frame control”.

Meaning a woman should enter the man’s reality.

Never the converse.

 

 

Now, I agree with that, in part.

But all things in moderation.

(The irony of the fact that I, a man with a terribly addictive personality, am saying this is not lost on me.)

 

 

I’m a firm believer in that the very thing that makes a woman dangerous is the very same thing that makes her desirable.

A woman that brings to the table a light–hearted world, replete with warmth, comfort and nurturing, is a treasure.

A lack of basis in the cold light of day merely makes it all the more important.

It is, in fact, a gift.

 

 

Marx once said:

“Religion is the opiate of the masses.”

To me, a good woman is the opiate for a man.

Providing much needed relief from the pains and suffering of the harsh world.

 

 

For a man, the woman’s world is a bad place to live.

But it can be a great place to vacation.

 

 

In short:

The key doesn’t lie in a complete denial of anesthetics.

Merely the appropriate and timely dosage of such.

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