The moment that mist arose in the story, everything became an example of life, of Creation, being experienced through a glass darkly, through the distortion of mutually-agreed-upon definitions, and a, I’m going to say, a conscious ignorance—ignoring of Reality that doesn’t require a man to till the soil, that doesn’t require a woman to slave and sweat over a stove and labor. So, be careful when you have fun at the expense of women, or when you have fun at the expense of men, because there ain’t no such creatures.

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