Conversion to EarthMother

 I have made, under estranging circumstances, a religious conversion, all indeed toward the worship of Earth Mother, and in the epiphany of all women of all times. To that Eve who as mothers do carried her infants with too little help from the Adams-- undeserving a title of any Primacy. Women! I think all of You are of a dappled perfection, the good and the flaw in semblance of a not too Intelligent Design boasted of my purpose as living, for

I know that my purpose would be joke if all that would be required of me is a halfspoon of white gruel, who which allegedly all fathers and the alleged-as-well Father in Heaven likely does, as when going about impregnating innocent not-overly-Virgin blessing Bonnie girls. My purpose has to be more than Darwin's definition of bio-success, or biology is just a silliness that needs no allegiance.

Love=idea; the idea and ideal of love-- I attest-- can be as fictitious as the evident Trappist monk who uttered the Salve Regina, which song once I thought a better hymn than any verse about Jesus, but now the Womb would seem to be best as a garden around a campfire-hearth, for children if the keeper of the hearth has them: often there being variance where Her children-- like my Loves Profundissimo are-- in the Ideal, yes the Idea.

I suffered awhile from the awareness that I am no 'attraction' in the usual sense for a mating game, which in any event as universal Goodbye in time convinced me Cheer! She needs to graze not in the tired and used-up pasture that had been me, and She Moved On. Monogamy is Her prerogative, and likeliest She will tire of it, and get another monogamy or a poly-amorousness to delight the World, to bring Tears to the male-endowed and proud.

Womb`ed! I give allegiance to the good and fallible You as the last/paradigm/mode from which my Earth's chemistry quakes in everything, and to which restless seismicity the biological all return, ghosts then robbed of Ideas and the Ideal until we function to be compost for some new animalia.