It is the mark of a primitive culture to imagine that simplicity is barbarian, and complexity is highly advanced. [...]
The more "complex" a system is, the more simple is its design. Indeed, it is utterly elegant in its simplicity.
The master understands this. That is why a highly evolved being lives in utter simplicity. It is why all highly evolved systems are also utterly simple. Highly evolved systems of governance, highly evolved systems of education, highly evolved systems of economics or religion - all are utterly, elegantly simple.
Few people understand the rhythms of life more than women. Women live their whole lives by rhythm. They are in rhythm with life itself.
Women are more able to “go with the flow” than men. Men want to push, pull, resist, direct the flow. Women experience it — then mold with it to produce harmony.
A woman hears the melody of flowers in the wind. She sees the beauty of the Unseen. She feels the tugs and pulls and urges of life. She knows when it is time to run, and time to rest; time to laugh and time to cry; time to hold on and time to let go.
Most women leave their bodies gracefully. Most men fight the departure. Women treat their bodies more gracefully when they are in them, too. Men treat their bodies horribly. That is the same way they treat life.
Of course, there are exceptions to every rule. I’m speaking here in generalities. I’m speaking of how things have been until now. I’m speaking in the broadest terms. But if you look at life, if you admit to yourself what you are seeing, have seen, if you acknowledge what is so, you may find truth in this generality.
Yet that makes me feel sad. That makes me feel as though women are somehow superior beings. That they have more of the “right stuff” than men.
Part of the glorious rhythm of life is the yin and the yang. One Aspect of “Being” is not “more perfect” or “better” than another. Both aspects are simply — and wonderfully — that: aspects.
Men, obviously, embody other reflections of Divinity, which women eye with equal envy.
Yet it has been said that being a man is your testing ground, or your probation. When you have been a man long enough — when you have suffered enough through your own foolishness; when you have inflicted enough pain through the calamities of your own creation; when you have hurt others enough to stop your own behaviors — to replace aggression with reason, contempt with compassion, always-winning with no-one-losing — then you may become a woman.
When you have learned that might is not “right”; that strength is not power over, but power with; that absolute power demands of others absolutely nothing; when you understand these things, then you may deserve to wear a woman’s body — for you will at last have understood her Essence.