Rebellion isn't death-defying.
No, it is the scythe itself:
the keen edge of derision
sharpened by subversion,
tested by disadvantage.
Down with the patriarch
but if you can't beat him
join him
betray him
enslave him...
Never ask:
is he the problem?
Each patriarchy is a tower
of tradition;
each brick: another tower;
each cell: another tower,
imprisoning
dignities and dignitaries
of fairer facade or form?
Fair would mean equal
but no man is made equal,
so why debase to elevate
why elevate to debase?
Down with the patriarch!
His ways have blinded us.
He asks too much.
Let us remake him,
that relic of bygone era.
Is power not what it is...
to be human?
No, it is not.
Love is that identity.
It is the total pleasure
it is the pain elixir
it is hidden beyond greed.
Greed for control.
Freedom is not control
Freedom is comfort
for one, truthfully, is only
ever
not free
when one is in pain.
So yes, destroy the patriarch,
but
don't destroy the man.
Masculinity is strange to behold.
As fascinating as it is disgusting.
As destructive as it is mending.
As balanced as it is chaotic.
As human as it is demonic.
But, always, it will defy itself to become something greater or nothing at all...