Sensual preciousness arises from a crisis and
is drenched in shock. Shock at that jolting moment
when one realizes, “It is over.” It
being the Warrior's Quest as a foraging stud or as a disposable
sex-toy. It meaning the acknowledgement that the round of breeding lust is
spent. Now, no longer does Life with a capital
L need one for its survival. One no longer has
the young look, and one is not looked upon with lust by the young.
For Warrior Quester males there looms the resurrection,
that capturing of new booty—a “trophy
wife.” As hyper-sexual image, she
enables him to have meaning—although all know that it is not true
Warrior Quester meaning in that this trophy is not for
breeding. Yet, with such erotic symbolism the aged Warrior Quester
enters senility flashing the mask of youth,
however beguiling a mask that be.
The Warrior Quester’s aging females fare
less well. No longer breeding stock, they are empty chests
with no milk of life, and, to boot, they are barren. What else
but to trash them? Waste 'em?
Warrior Questers have been blinded to
the precious nuclear intimate energy of females. They are impoverished
receivers, accepting only that which is genital.
They have blinded themselves to the Goddess in the female and so
have not the slightest sight of their own precious
femininity—which is a manifestation of their own male
preciousness.
Continue—Embracing
