I stand with the quiet men.
Those who, at any point in the conversation,
Can render themselves invisible.
It is not a matter of recognizing an opening
And going for the kill.
It is based upon her life’s experience.
Having passed through the crucible
Where, per force, you must endure
Both the seasons and absurdity
Of man’s slightly moronic understanding
Of all things,
A woman reaches that state of zen.
Then it is no longer possible
To allow lesser beings (men),
Who seem confused by difficult concepts,
Such as making a bed,
To continue mumbling about the inconsequential.
It is with great reluctance, that the heirs of Athena,
In order to assist those poor uncomprehending simpletons,
Bring wisdom and truth to their aid.
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