In materialism, the feminine no longer gives birth to anything. Neither in the family, nor in society, nor in the individual. The systems age…. and wither, because nothing fresh, new is born into them anymore. And there the masculine thinks it is everything in the world….
The materialistically determined consciousnesses are like little oil lamps whose flames only flicker because they run out of fuel. But they do not realize this. They think that the flickering is everything and that materialism is the cause of this light. At some point the flame flickers once again briefly and in a fast rhythm… and goes out… Then it is dark… And the consciousnesses cry out in horrible aeon old insane loneliness.