What's Real?

The toxic masculine does not serve experience, because experience is not "real" from a toxic masculine standpoint.

Toxic masculine describes masculine out of devotional relationship to the feminine. This can occur on any fractal.

The constant pressure to be productive before you're allowed to have fun.

Money that piles up without funding experience.

Working to accomplish to work some more while connection and community atrophy.

A planter full of other pots, not growing anything.

The idea you can make love to a woman's body and leave her soul out of the equation.

The lie behind the toxic masculine is that the material is the extent of what is real.

But the material is only the fundament of experience, the distinctions that enable interaction, the separation that makes connection possible.

Without experiencers, we are uncertain if materiality even truly exists.

The experience is the reason and the purpose. HER, in all her glory and wrath, the feminine.

All that is possible for beings to feel, to learn, to know, to traverse, to perceive, and our craving for all of it, different according to the nuances of our unique and temporary container.

the infinite available within a strict limitation.

She terrifies the masculine who clings to what can be held, measured, predicted and contained, but he is toxic to his own existence, crumbles away reliably when he's sapped himself of nourishment.

The only question is whether he will be reborn devoted, connected, of service.

Regardless, she will never be deprived.

Gravitational, she draws on all things without effort, nurtured even by his final withered offering.