A Transgendered Universe:
How Man is to Woman
Woman is The World. Man is The Spirit that illuminates it. Her breasts are to the sun as His nipples are to the moon. His testes are her ovaries. He is an invisible chicken. She is an egg. He is a seed. Each creates. Each is both.
He is Christ. She is both Mary’s in One Person. He is Shakespeare. She is Queen Elizabeth. He is Superman. She is Wonderwoman. He is FDR. She is Eleanor. They are both Enola Gay. He is Godzilla. She is Mothra.
She is the moth. He is the butterfly. She is the Luna moth. He is all other moths. She is the queen bee. He is the rest of the hive.
She is to the spider
As He is the fly
As She is to 8
As He is to 6
As She is to X
As He is to Y.
She ages. He does not. She is time. He is eternity. He is birth. She is death. His tears are for all suffering. Hers are for daily hurt.
He is anger. She is rage. Neither is wrath. He is intelligence. She is learning. Neither is ignorance.
She is the joker. He is the stooge. She is playful. He is clownish. She is kooky. He is wacky. The kooky is water. The wacky is elastic.
She is as He does. He does as She is. He is Her power. She is His balance. He cannot stand without Her. She remains unconscious without Him. He is passive. She is inert. He is active. She exerts.
Given these fundamental relations, it is inevitable that identity is transgendered. Women are men in women’s bodies. Men are women in men’s bodies.
Man and Woman are a nomenclature for people predisposed to unconsciousness. Tomorrow, Man and Woman, aware of Their native royalty, will be Lords and Ladies |
