So far, I've tried to avoid matters of the Heart..as much as I can, and if needed..as covert as possible, for they have had a huge effect on my life, and on the composition of my personality.
I'm constantly captivated by an "Eve", an actual one..or one that's only visible to me..living inside my head..the sole common thing between the two is their noble mystery, the kind of mystery that would dissolve a grown man into a school boy..running up and down the library isles in search for the hidden truth behind the great mysteries of ancient Greek mythology.
Eve can be cunning, but her doing so is a natural defence, justifiable..in the instinctive sense of the anthropological argument, but her cunning, when we like it, is called seduction, one of the most beautiful arts of womanhood..an art where men were destined to be amateurs..even if they do sometimes reflect signs of genius. Seduction, is a woman.
Nothing is more beautiful than being taken on a mental trip to the stars by someone.. mind seduction..when a woman has the "perfect" mind..bearing in mind the relativity of the term "perfect", it somehow reflects the perfection of the Creator..how amazing is it to have beauty represented physically..and mentally.
To me, Everything beautiful is a woman, Amman is a Woman, noble and dignified, Motherhood, the highest, most supreme of all human relations, Patriotism is a woman..despite the frown some people might have upon its "innocence", Spring, Love, Music is a woman, Belonging, Longing, Victory, and yes..Defeat.
I'm a man who's captivated by Eve, there might not be a perfect Eve, but there certainly isn't a perfect Adam, for relativity..and imperfection, are only human, and some day, Freedom from the laws of Earth; gravity, and relativity will echo Sinatra’s song..Fly me to the Moon.
To be continued..