let's all be clear here. women are not capable of the same desperation as men. they are not shouldered in any instance with the weight of mankind as a whole, never do they have a moment of pure frenzy as when their children are threatened, and even then, only their sons. Men are forced and have been forced to do one thing their entire history. defend the world as they know it from monsters, forces of nature, the unknown as a whole, and worst of all, other men. the most women have had to do was suffer. suffering is their strongest suit, but men are required for action, to inflict this suffering on others to no end, whether it be physically, or mentally, even spiritually. they have, as a result of this tireless grinding of their forms as a whole, become gifted with the knife of contemplation, of creation, of wit, all gifts given to them to satiate and comfort them during times of utter destruction. they have developed kinship with other men in such a developed form during their moments of war, such deep philosophical emotions as a result of shell shocks crushing them again and again, and yes, this is suffering, but what must a man do? give in? become a concubine of their new lords? become playthings of thirsty predators? no. they must do or die. they have no intrinsic value but their ability to drive a stake into the ground as slaves, whereas women have value in wartime as a stress reliever of those who come from the bloodthirsty sacrifice of their brothers.
come now, the men are blades, cutting through metaphysics, the fabric of this fraying world, but only to survive and struggle on, only in retaliation against their forms, their duty as men.