Some men know, some suspect, some admit, some deny, but all men fear the dark. It's the secret they seek, the the rain they thirst for, the void they can't control. So she teases like a wanton whisper and drives them to the seas and skies, yet she evades their attempts to own her, as does the moaning earth beneath their feet.

The dark belongs to Woman. It is the place she turns the base gold of men's dreams into spirit, light and majik. She brings forth life from the void. And for this sacred offering she has been called names more vile than should cross lips. She has been beaten, raped, imprisoned, mutilated and murdered. And less often, but just as falsely, placed upon pedestals of lonliness and denied the taste of earthy rapture.

Men equate the dark with death because the void encompasses where they sprang from and where they will return. They have no power there, except to accept the unknowable, as Woman has always done.

I've been told some men accept the void, the unknowing, the dark and Woman as Goddess of that realm, but I've yet to meet one of them. I've met many who speak the words, but their fear is real and walks like a panther, stalking power they can't possess.

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