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October 26th, 2017 
Awake Goy The Romance of the sexes
For a man, his greatest Romance is with death. From a child he dreamed of battle field dancing, of heroic charge, of fearless arrogance in face of insurmountable odds. No matter the action, no matter the valour, without the complete sacrifice, without the finality of action, it would always appear lacking. The Spartans imagined war a dance, a dance of glory, and if by heroic daring one proved himself worthy, she, the mother of god,s would take him home. The Vikings in a similar vein would compete in acts of courage in the hope that they were chosen, that their feats would stand above all others, so that Valkyrie would swoop down and take them to Valhalla. Here they would meet with the God of War himself, fighting and dying daily in preparation for the final and insurmountable battle of Ragnarok. In this way he conquers that which cannot be conquered, he gives meaning and purpose to the nothing. In his final action he stands above it and becomes immortal in an altruistic sacrifice of his flesh, so his Kin may bathe in the light of the dawn another day. This is the true blood lust, the lust for life.
For Women, their Romance is with life. From the moment they pull their first born to their bosom, they begin their true love. The Mother will go without food so her child may eat; the longer she can suffer this, the greater her sense of pride. The father being represented by the moon, forever waxing and waning, in battle and hunt, may leave the sky empty, but the mother was the ever present. Like the sun, the mother was the only constant, even when the world was gripped by chaos, she would still rise to cast out darkness. In her arms serenity is ruler, with soft whisper she can encourage and revitalise. Thus her children saw in the sun her likeness and elevated her to the most high. If the father gave himself up at the alter of the war God, for tribal survival, she became the embodiment of primal endurance. She is the life giver to those under her protection, but ferocious and unforgiving to those who would cause her children harm. She has brought kings and empires to their knees if they wronged her. Thus her children named the primal forces of nature, Mother, in her honour.
The Ultimate and final sacrifice of the male combined with the constant and enduring sacrifice of the female became the unconquerable foundation of the northern folk. Created in nature and ordained by deities, this union became an indomitable force in the eternal struggle that is life. The warrior representing death and the mother life, death and resurrection are realised in the truly holy, the union of man and woman. Through an unyielding adherence to natural duty, the union bore noble and willing children; in this way it became the phoenix of the folk, the eternal rebirth.
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