Love is sticky and seldom works out

(Edit: This is actually a - possibly dangerous - core belief and needs to be taken with a sense of caution)

 Like the old shitty metaphor of evolution, love seldom has a sticking point. It's not like it just comes along out of thin air and starts working. 99 percent of the time that we're out of love, we're out of love completely; When it does happen, of course, it's a miracle worth wanting. 

I think that the Christians, have delineated themselves clear and clean of any joy in the realms of the beauty of woman. There are two things worth noting here: The woman does not represent ultimate truth, but rather our ultimate desires. Secondly, the Christian community conflates the two. While it's good to separate the idea of womanly beauty from Truth, the desires are here for a reason, and what's more they're here to stay.

Yes, that is what a woman is: Pure desire. We want our life graceful and pleasant and the woman does this throughout the home, spreading her perfume and her great symphony of desire in visual language. She paints a heavenly sky on a crappy concrete ceiling. Without her, men would be basic cavemen and homosexuals. They would have no purpose and would make no accessions for motherly tenderness. 

To illustrate this; look at some of the most masculine environments. Southern Thailand is a scary place. Something as simple as the grill of a car seems imposing. It's like they make them extra large and enervating to show that they're not to be messed with. But this goes beyond keeping the wolf at the door. The the aesthetics of these cars, especially the Toyotas in Asia, and the big four wheel drives with their bull-bars - they bespeak something savage. 

It's a particular thing with male religion. Its starkness, it's coldness, it's austereness is presided over by men with a bad case of the frustration of lacking beauty to salve the cracks in one's tissue. They aren't exactly happy, these monks; plunged as they are into a role that isn't human. We can't make our own way through the desert. We need something higher. That is where the metaphor of the woman comes in.

The woman was created last in the Christian model. She was created last, and hence created best. But that isn't to say she's a born leader. That role comes in from the Male side. That's why too much leadership is evinced by ugliness. There needs to be a mitigating process. Not in a way that wipes out the male as modern feminism aims to too. But certainly something to add delicacy to the situation.