Life and Woman’s Purpose – An Endless Question
[thoughts from ~burning woman~ by Sha’Tara]
What makes life exciting? What gives it that power to draw us in and push us on, even in the most horrible of conditions; that brings us back to the fore life after life? The endless question, naturally.
Of course, for those who have abandoned the quest in favour of a “safe” future, either in choosing annihilation at physical death or to spend some eternity in a nebulous heaven jealously guarded by an exclusive God, then what I’m attempting to relate here won’t grab. Just words. How can anyone who has all the answers in the bag ask any more questions? What would be the point? Any new existential question would only disturb the still waters.
What a sad place to be. No wonder there is so little joy on earth, and so much dissatisfaction. So many trusting in fate or some God to possess all possible answers to all the unasked questions!
Eve dared partake of the forbidden fruit. Pandora dared open the box. The still waters of an essentially male dominated world were stirred forever. Damn those women, eh?
Life expresses itself as a question. We are a question and as we come to know ourselves, we receive our answer. Ah, that is what I am? No, only in the moment. Every answer leads to the next question. That is how creation happens. We keep questioning the chaos and every answer is a bit of order we put together. Like fording a stream over stepping stones. Not all are always visible. Sometimes you have to wait for the current to change before you see the next logical one and step there. Then to the next because if you stay on that one it will submerge again and you will lose your footing.
A question that has been foremost in my mind since I began writing the “Antierra Manifesto” or trilogy of the Stacked Worlds as it pertains to a world called “Malefactus” and that is, simply, “What is a woman’s purpose?” I’m not speaking of position, function or role, but purpose. Please note the difference, these are not synonyms and “purpose” is going to be the driving force of our future.
Much of what passes as history, divine revelation, philosophy and mores comes from the “male factor” on earth. Did you ever wonder why the injunction against “coveting your neighbour’s wife” did not also contain the injunction to the woman not to covet her neighbour’s husband? Pretty obvious when you think about it. The woman was not considered able to understand such things. She could not really understand the law, for it was from a male God to man, although interestingly enough she’d be the first one punished if she transgressed this male law. In all ancient literature and carrying on in today’s world we find the same conundrum.
Throughout history males have determined the woman’s place. Her function or “usefulness” to the male manifesto, which states basically that in any top-down power system, the male must rule. Some rare exceptions can be made for a female to have that power as regent; in some temporary capacity and properly surrounded by male advisors. Another exception can be made if the female exhibits enough male values to do the job as a male would.
That’s been beaten to death and whatever answers anyone may have come up with – such as “allowing” women to vote; or “allowing” women to inherit property; or “allowing” women to keep their own names in a marriage; or “allowing” women to get equal pay for equal work; or “allowing” women to become police officers or grunts in the military – now there’s a promotion to exclusive male power – none have managed to make a dent in the Earthian reality or “male factor.”
The question asked here is, what is a woman’s purpose? Could it be it’s to bring forth life because life is female?