The masculine is outside. It acts. It protects the inside. With its struggle on the outside, it ensures that the inside – the stronghold of the feminine – can rest. It makes sure that the inner one experiences peace in the house, that it can sit in the sun without fear on the wide meadow. For this, the masculine goes far out and fights the battles far away so that they can’t even get close to the inner. That is why the masculine is not near. It is shielding like the sky.
If the masculine needs strength again, it returns to the feminine and nourishes itself in the tranquility of the inner being. The masculine then knows what it is fighting for. And it must never carry the fight inside.
In our society, the inner is denied and forgotten. If there is no interior, then there is no meaning in the struggles of the masculine, because the masculine does not fight for itself. He is told that he is fighting for himself, but that is not true. It always fights for its feminine, inner partner, with whom it forms the whole. Thus, today the male fights a lonely battle without meaning. It is alone for itself and there is no place where it could rest and recover. The negated and forgotten interior still exists, of course, but now stands forgotten and defenseless. Thus it is helplessly at the mercy of the invading outside.
The mother, while the booted annihilators push into her kitchen, pushes her child protectively behind her skirt. The father stands in the fog, entranced and blind, helplessly flailing with his sword, lonely somewhere in the far distance on a nameless field. Fighting against phantoms of gray smoke. This is the situation in our material society. This is the situation in every individual in our society.