Northern Exposure

Chris: Hey folks, I've just come back from a short cruise on the river of spiritual renewal. You might be wondering, were my goals met? Did I have that transcendent moment, the epiphany? You bet I did. You know, we men are always booking out. We join armies, baseball teams, frat houses--in my case, a monastery--all to the exclusion of our fair sisters. But let me tell you, in that segregated, celibate world of men, a divine hand reached down, grabbed me by the belt strap and gave a hard yank. To whom did this awesome hand belong? Woman. Yes, Cicely, my metaphysical moment, my revelation, was this: for me, there can be no spirituality, no sanctity, no truth without the female sex. O woman! lovely woman! Nature made thee To temper man: we had been brutes without you. Angels are painted fair, to look like you: There's in you all that we believe of heaven,-- Amazing brightness, purity, and truth, Eternal joy, and everlasting love.