She’s the storm in the calm and the calm in the storm. Life is in her right hand, but death is in her left. Sweetness is in her right buttock, but chaos is in her left. Honey is in her right breast, but poison is in her left.
She’s right-handed, until it’s broken, until the wrong words are chosen, until she’s robbed of her token. Oh, what the hell is “soft-spoken”?
“Yes, you better be joking.” That Queen is a fiery ocean. You dare not hurt her children; she keeps her cold heart frozen.
She meows and strides before she roars, like a humble bureau-cat. She marks her territory; she does it just like that. If you trample on her like the people do on mats, with the class and style of an aristo-cat, and the power and poise of a big lioness-cat, she tears you into many bloody parts, just like that.
The only way to be a man is to not be human. Don’t cry; be sad, but don’t say why. Don’t feel; hurting someone is the best way to heal. Don’t express yourself when you do feel, and if you must, do it with clenched fists.
The only way to be seen as strong is to insist that you’re never wrong, and if a woman isn’t under your absolute control, you can’t be a man on your own- you can’t possibly be whole.
If man could fly, the earth would be uninhabitable.
People would have committed suicide by trying to kiss the sun or get to Heaven, and the birds would have been bullied a lot if the first man was created with wings.
Oh, the chaos!
Slavery would have happened still. People’s wings would have been cut off. Someone would have sprayed something in the air and rendered people’s wings useless so they could be captured, especially for migration reasons. “Fly back to where you came from!” “Get out of my way! No, fool!”
Maybe God didn’t give us physical wings because we are each other’s wings. We just haven’t mastered the art and act of helping one another and flying together yet, if we ever will. Greedy, money-hungry, power-seeking people don’t deserve wings, for one. Life would have been unbearable if we could do more evil with the aid of wings.
Privacy? Haha haha haha.
The air would have been poisoned more as a way of maintaining territory. Blah to the blah to the blah.