Essays on the meaning of womanhood

 Does it mean functioning in delirium, with personality set on response to an outside stimuli?  Does it mean escaping into fantasies, wrapping oneself in the madness of an unknowable truth? 

 When I think I know nothing, then the answer appears  The Universe is a Woman  She doesn't like when you pester her for answers  She gives you that look, she smiles, she says,  Don't ask me, you know,  You'll only find it once you stop seeking it  Stop muddying the waters,  Stop pulling at me . .  I will open up  When I feel like you no longer  Long so hideously for me to do so 

 

 What does it mean to be a woman? It the meaning a function? Is the entire perception of world creation, time and history fumbled when viewed through a womans eyes, a woman in touch with roundness?  Is it to be a lady? A bread eater? Is it to be beautiful? To attract attention?  Is it to process the secret indwellings of the transitions of spirits moving between worlds?  Is it to know? 

 I was having a super helpful experience and of expansion and then I just got up and just like had the idea to do this. It's not like it has a set direction because the blog is based around the idea of a question. I mean it's like the fact that many people who are women don't ask it, or they ask it around the parameters of performance or around approval driven behavior. This is clearly not the whole overall view of things.  If I'm in the Truman Show, at least writing about it will help.