Can we make a man into something else then a man? What should you say of a she, walking in the wilderness, with a body of a goddess, and a mind, worldly, with a power to sting?   Is there no man in her, no darkness, urges of fire and might, thoughts of  greatness, wisdom and might?  Maybe,  even war? They make us proud, some of these men, with thoughts of might and greatness. Does she not make us proud? Do we not want to be like her? Do we cast her as our “second”, who belongs to men, just to long for her, write to her, and try to figure her out? Does she not belong in our songs, and in…