“Guilt is the payday of that currency towards what we all comprehend of a man: his doings, which he knows without ever being reminded, must be covered. Love is the left hand of a man, while within his right hand is the scepter of Godhood that he claims will run his past amok. His past, that clings upon him, which is why a man is attracted to a woman with her own history. There is flesh for a man to uncover from a woman. There is truth, of that flesh, that reminds a man that instead of covering his past, forgiveness from a woman will soothe his torment; that is, he will no longer need to shroud himself in darkness, blinded by his doings, but be in the embrace of her, so that whispered words will comfort him, as though he were an infant, once again.
All guilt from a man harbors upon the covering of his truth. Though, when he extends his vision with the eyes of love upon a woman’s form, he comprehends what he cannot conceal: the flesh that would not be buried, unless it is dead. Therefore, he comes the protector, instead using his own form to guard, conceal, and shroud her, which forms the protection of truth, rather than the clothing.”