The Perilous Rose

Musings with Old Friends : XIV

I count among my friends a lady of great distinction that I refer to as Perilous Pauline; after the movie. I've known her my entire lifetime to-date and I am pleased to say that I admire her heart felt focus and creative thinking. Along with my friend, who makes such musings possible, she is the very life of my experience of intelligence.

What can I say about her? She began her life of conscious understanding in the middle of nowhere. There isn't such a thing as a beginning to her nor do I expect that there would be an end. But one fine morning in the prime of my youth she came to perceive a fact about herself that got her busy as bees.

I think it had started with her father. She adored him. And in doing so she must have imagined that her father was the one true person who understood her. This point came into dispute when she encountered, in her working life, the natural bias of the men in the world regarding women. It must have seemed to her that they had organized themselves into a phenomenology of the world's experience in which it threatened to squeeze out the life of a woman by being denied an equal relation to issues.

She realized then that her father may be such as well, but in her deep anguish at that thought, she couldn't bring herself to confront him with it. She decided then that she will pursue the deepest secrets of the human condition, of life, death and the right to pursue one's happiness, with the view to getting justice for herself. And she did that by the greatest alliance with the instincts.

I wish I could go into all the details of what she undertook, knowingly or subconsciously. But in the events that I encountered, she took down a bunch of fond passions cherished by the male gender. She then caused a paranoia and paralysis in other natural male bias. On occasion some of these male qualities were running for their lives.

The intuitive sense of knowing in the human condition relies on a certain hazardous obedience that is not as yet clear as to its own volition in the matter. It takes a bit of the study of the humanities to add to that intuitiveness and to advance it beyond its territorial nature and baseline security. I might have helped. So did her friends. She settled down somewhat recently and I caught a glimpse of the love she must have had for her father. She may have returned to it and is at rest. For now.