Lilith's laughter Print

My lilith is a contrast to all women on earth, in heaven, and in hell. This is not a fatal beauty, as she seems, this is not a prostitute, as they say, this is not emancipation - she is not human. It may be an emotion, but most likely it is a Power that can never be comprehended. This is evil, because it does not create, but appears as a reaction to creation. This is not love, reconciling, but tearing off the heads of lovers without explanation and without morality at the moment of their bestial intercourse. This is violence over violence against me, an incomprehensible beauty. The pain that burns like a red moon at the end of a painful lonely night, a tsunami that falls on petty structures of intergender intrigues and pathetic tricks of earthly perishable beauties, rotting from the inside, but imagining themselves at the height of self-respect. This is an enemy of men, but not a friend of women. She is not a goddess or an idol, she is not a patroness or mistress. Nemesis rejoicing over the death of the human race. A rock that destroys all paths. She is neither black nor white, but her colors are unknown to human