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Men have always fancied themselves gods. Always. The only thing, the only evidence that could debunk this conviction was the stark reminder that they were born. This fact, this pesky fact. Physically born, from something bigger than them, something capable of creating them. Something with power that they do not possess. At the very first point in their existence, they were not the most powerful being. They were not omnipotent.

So what’s the solution? How does the narcissist uphold their delusion? How does the narcissist defy reality in order to control it?

By any means possible.

This brings to mind Nancy Jay’s paper “Sacrifice as Remedy for Having Been Born of Woman”, and her theory on the psychology of the male ritual of blood sacrifice. In short, death is “birth done better” — “Both birth and killing are acts of power, but [men] construe childbirth [from their male-baby pov] as the quintessence of vulnerability, passivity and helpless suffering. Unlike childbirth, killing is a deliberate, purposeful, “rational” action, under perfect control.” 

The first sentence of this quote sums it up:

The only action that is as serious as giving birth, which can act as a counterbalance to it, is killing. This is one way to interpret the common sacrificial metaphors of birth and rebirth or birth done better, on purpose and on a more spiritual, more exalted level than mothers do it. For example, the man for whose benefit certain Vedic sacrifices were performed dramatically re-enacted being born, but he was reborn as a god, not a helpless infant. The priest, in officiating, in enabling this ‘birth’ to take place, performed a role analogous to that of a mother. Some of these metaphors are astonishingly literal: In the West African city of Benin, on the many occasions of human sacrifice, the priests used to masquerade as pregnant women, having sent all the real women out of the city.”

(From Nancy Jay’s Throughout Your Generations Forever: Sacrifice, Religion, and Paternity)

The womb envy in men is truely unreal, and it shows in all their actions. They shame and humilate and rape and kill us all because we gave them life, because they were born from us.

Because we have a power they dont have:

Creation.

Think about what is said above, about birth vs killing. Whats the difference between them? Yes they both have blood, pain, and crying; but there is a core difference.

Killing is murder, and murder is destruction, the very opposite of what women do with out bodies.

And i think thats what truely enrages them, they can never create, only destroy.

I see it in a lot of “male magic” and male rites; they always concentrate on violence, blood, control, power and death.

Anyone can destroy, but it takes a woman to create.

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Somewhere strange mentally… Feeling scrambled and anxious 😖

me

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hjarta:

just learned that magnolias are so old that they’re pollinated by beetles because they existed before bees

They existed *before beetles*

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Why is this sad? Why am I sad?

https://xkcd.com/1259/


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This is how I feel about Joshua Trees. They and avocado trees produce fruit meant to be eaten and dispersed by giant ground sloths. Without them, the Joshua Trees’ range has shrunk by 90%.

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(my own photos)

Not only they, but the entire Mojave ecosystem is still struggling to adapt since the loss of ground sloth dung. their chief fertilizer.

Many, many trees and plants in the Americas have widely-spaced, extremely long thorns that do nothing to discourage deer eating their leaves, but would’ve penetrated the fur of ground sloths and mammoths. Likewise, if you’ve observed a tree that drops baseball or softball-sized fruit which lies on the ground and rots, like Osage Oranges, which were great for playing catch at my school, chances are they were ground sloth or mammoth chow.

You can read about various orphaned plants and trees missing their megafauna in this poignant post:

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First quote from the linked article. Found it poetic.

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Every year, we do a secret santa event in my discord server. This year, I was asked to draw a Christmas ghost for Frederik and this is what I made! Even though Christmas is behind us, it still feels weirdly relevant with all the snow we’ve had here in the past week. It’s melting now, but it was a magical few days while it was here ❄️


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