My Wife Is A Sacred Whore, or Naked Truth .!. (20)
(Unfortunately, the translation from Russian was done in automatic mode...)
I would by no means recommend to make hasty conclusions from all the above said in the last chapters that the relationship of Man and Woman is literally the relationship of Man and Void, though there is some truth in this thesis, too. And Man-Adam, perhaps, is even in a better position here, because Adam, being, like the L-rd, the Being, has the potency to interact with anything. While Hava, being by nature a disembodied substance, in which all world events unfold, is deprived of the ability to interact with herself. She necessarily needs a Mediator, a mediator, a Man, an Adam, a Phallus-Smith.
If we go down to our sinful earth without any mystic-esoteric suits, it is easy to make sure that it is easier for men to cope with stresses, easier to get out of some psychological deadlock in the so-called "last resort" format, and so on...
Women are much more difficult in this respect. To some extent, the Woman-Hava-Eve can be likened here to that infinite vacuum into which the so-called visible universe expands infinitely; the universe of stars, planets, nebulae, comets and myriads of other galaxies...
The Void, I repeat, cannot know itself without an intermediary, but since the Void is also an Entity, the urge for self-knowledge is as intrinsic to it as to everything that recognizes itself as "I am," that is, "I exist.
In the mathematical sense it can be expressed as follows: Hava is the Universe, where there is only and only Zero... This is the very Pre-Existence Point, which preceded the Big Bang, and only when the Fall, the Primary Adultery (in Abrahamic tradition) occurs, the New Cosmos is born, and Zero-Hava becomes available to itself for self-cognition only by generating an infinity of a new number series.
There is not and cannot be any Battle between Man and Woman, between Kali and Shiva, between Adam and Hava. There is only a Dance between them... A great Dance of the World's Love for Myself and a purely virtual game, as if it, the world, is divided into the male and the female... This is roughly what the webcam is about, however ridiculous it may seem at first sight.
There is only Game and Dance, Dance and Game, and there is nothing else... There is only Dance and Game; forever and tirelessly performed by a single dance of the Snake on the stage, whose name is... Hava, that is... Life...
But if some of the sons of Adam can still think of this idea in some form, at least by way of delirium, then the daughters of Hava find it much more morally difficult, which is easy to understand...
The world is Hava, but Hava is not only Life, but also Death, just as the Cunt is the organ through which we come into the world, and into which we also throw our seeds, and it is the same tomb into which our old snake skin is dipped when in a world that has played its great symphony it is no longer even the slightest need for it...
Long live Hava! Long live Life! Yes, Death! )))
To be continued...
I would by no means recommend to make hasty conclusions from all the above said in the last chapters that the relationship of Man and Woman is literally the relationship of Man and Void, though there is some truth in this thesis, too. And Man-Adam, perhaps, is even in a better position here, because Adam, being, like the L-rd, the Being, has the potency to interact with anything. While Hava, being by nature a disembodied substance, in which all world events unfold, is deprived of the ability to interact with herself. She necessarily needs a Mediator, a mediator, a Man, an Adam, a Phallus-Smith.
If we go down to our sinful earth without any mystic-esoteric suits, it is easy to make sure that it is easier for men to cope with stresses, easier to get out of some psychological deadlock in the so-called "last resort" format, and so on...
Women are much more difficult in this respect. To some extent, the Woman-Hava-Eve can be likened here to that infinite vacuum into which the so-called visible universe expands infinitely; the universe of stars, planets, nebulae, comets and myriads of other galaxies...
The Void, I repeat, cannot know itself without an intermediary, but since the Void is also an Entity, the urge for self-knowledge is as intrinsic to it as to everything that recognizes itself as "I am," that is, "I exist.
In the mathematical sense it can be expressed as follows: Hava is the Universe, where there is only and only Zero... This is the very Pre-Existence Point, which preceded the Big Bang, and only when the Fall, the Primary Adultery (in Abrahamic tradition) occurs, the New Cosmos is born, and Zero-Hava becomes available to itself for self-cognition only by generating an infinity of a new number series.
There is not and cannot be any Battle between Man and Woman, between Kali and Shiva, between Adam and Hava. There is only a Dance between them... A great Dance of the World's Love for Myself and a purely virtual game, as if it, the world, is divided into the male and the female... This is roughly what the webcam is about, however ridiculous it may seem at first sight.
There is only Game and Dance, Dance and Game, and there is nothing else... There is only Dance and Game; forever and tirelessly performed by a single dance of the Snake on the stage, whose name is... Hava, that is... Life...
But if some of the sons of Adam can still think of this idea in some form, at least by way of delirium, then the daughters of Hava find it much more morally difficult, which is easy to understand...
The world is Hava, but Hava is not only Life, but also Death, just as the Cunt is the organ through which we come into the world, and into which we also throw our seeds, and it is the same tomb into which our old snake skin is dipped when in a world that has played its great symphony it is no longer even the slightest need for it...
Long live Hava! Long live Life! Yes, Death! )))
To be continued...
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