Look at the world outside your window. No, look deeper—past the blooming daffodils of the equinox and into the marrow of the collective American psyche. Can you feel the grinding? It is the sound of a massive, ancient machine—the Patriarchal Engine—running out of oil and beginning to strip its own gears. Smell that acrid “burning clutch” scent that is part metallic and part desperation.
For two thousand years, the West has been a house with only one parent. We have been raised in a spiritual and social architecture built entirely on the concept of the Singular Father: the judge, the law-giver, the punisher, and the distant king. We were told this was the “natural order.” We were told that strength is found in hierarchy, that security is found in walls, and that divinity is strictly masculine.
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