I do not hate women. The only people who do are those with an unrealistic view of them. As though you could hate a being that can create life in her body. As though I could hate something that makes me question my sense of self. If there is any friction, any stress between the sexes, than that is a good, for it shows people still have some eroticism left in them. They are still able to see why we pursue one another. The mutual distrust between the sexes is natural, expected. It celebrates our differences rather than disparages it.
The lonely man merely thinks himself alone and pines for someone to 'complete' him, but he forgets who he is, forget what he is capable of. Trapped inside him is vision. His voice is the one that matters. Emily Dickinson put it perfectly:
The Brain is just the weight of God —
For — Heft them — Pound for Pound —
And they will differ — if they do —
As Syllable from Sound —
A man who thinks himself half-complete is chasing a dream. He will make himself feel more alone for no one will satisfy him. Not his lover, not his parents, not his church, not whoever his idols are. He must learn that on his journey he is must enter his own mind and exit the material realm for awhile. He can do this with or without a girlfriend by the side of him, but she will not be able to provide answers, and nor should he expect her to.
To quote another poet, John Milton, we find love is the respite from our work:
Yet not so strictly hath our Lord imposed
Labour, as to debar us when we need
Refreshment, whether food, or talk between,
Food of the mind, or this sweet intercourse
Of looks and smiles;
for smiles from reason flow,
To brute denied, and are of love the food;
Love, not the lowest end of human life.
Love is an aspect of our higher nature. A genuine smile is the most simple and most beautiful gift one can give another. It reassures. It sympathise. It lets us know a person is loved just for being themself. What was Christ's new commandant? To love our neighbour as one's self. It is because that is how we make people come into their own being. That's why the state hates families. Coriolanus could take on Rome because he had a loving mother and a loving wife behind him. It was that reassurance that carried him forward. Love must, however, fade and be sublimated. Friendship must take its place and the work must resume. The seven year itch, which so many unhappy people fear, is a reminder that we are not to see life solely through a sexual prism.
This thread is good, despite some occasional stupidity- like most threads on this site- for its entertaining discussion. Most of the people are not jilted lovers, clearly, and they just want to talk about sexual dynamics, something totally normal when men or women gather. The idea of having a boy's club and a girl's club on this site is totally expected.
Suicide is the childish option. Existence is a gift.
