What is a woman?
A woman is water.
She quenches the thirst. She nourishes life. She grows the world. She is consoling, nurturing, healing. She is the first heartbeat we hear as we grow. She is the warmth of the womb where we became life. She is the breath that we hear as we learn the rhythms of the world for the first time. She is the blood that we share while we grow within her.
A woman is inspiration. She is a vast, limitless ocean of unknowns, things that could be if we dared to venture into her depths, or to cross her tumultuous seas. Given a choice she moves everywhere at once, in all directions, never bothering to care about a destination. She wants to see all destinations, all possibilities, all ways. She becomes restless, and agitated when she is confronted with a barrier.
A woman is chaos. Her role is not to be tamed or directed or channeled. She cannot be confined forever for her will eventually provides her freedom because she is patient, yet always moving. Even in her stillness there is turmoil.. She waits for an opportunity, a crack in the dam, and she will break free as sure as the sun rises.
She is a river, alluring, and seductive, calling us to follow her paths into the wilderness as she gently wanders whichever way is convenient between the rocks, and the boulders in her way. She moves, always, toward the unknown. She slowly, gently pushes at the stones in front of her and moves them over time to her will. She smoothes their rough edges and polishes them, soothing their coarse nature.
She doesn’t need to flaunt her treasures because all life is attracted to her by their own natures, she is water, she is life.
A woman is the source of everything that can be. She is a reflection of that which could be created, the future, the burgeoning forth of experience and knowledge. She is life but if unchecked she will drown the world with herself.
What is a Man?
A man is stone.
A man is unyielding, fixed in purpose. He stands firm, resolute in his beliefs, convinced of his place in the world. He maintains his vision of the future for interminable times, slow to change, and slow to react to change. He is a boundary that channels chaos, tempers its force, and provides a place from which to be still.
A man is stillness at his best, and volcanic destruction at his worst. He can be violent when stirred up and angered, making the earth tremble and quake. He can smolder and fume for years until the water soothes him enough to become a foundation for life again, and convinces him to be still once more.
He is the rock that provides the foundation for civilization. He is the fulfillment of a possibility. He is steadfast, dedicated. He sees each new day from the same vantage point. He cares not for what is beyond the horizon. He cares about the here and now. His focus is on the present and what can be made with the tools at his disposal. He is shortsighted yet powerful because of his intense focus.
A man is firm, coarse, rough, and indignant in his manner when he is first formed. He runs rampant consuming everything he touches with the heat of his youth. He has not been tested and formed by the pressure of life. He requires the refinement and polishing of water to cut away the edges that are not solid and strong.
A man is a builder, a provider of raw materials, a former of ramparts, castles, and bridges. He makes what is possible a reality. A man is firmament and solidity. He is the stone pillar on which life can stand.
Water and stone… each, in turn, needs the other. Apart, they are powerful. Together they are invincible.
But what do I know… I’m just a dumigod.