It is a splendid but mysterious truth that all men secretly want to rescue the love of their lives. All men are born wild things, and yet they cannot truly be happy unless in their very freedom, they bind themselves; that in their very wildness they temper themselves.
The usual impetus for the revelation of this strange truth, comes in the form of a woman. Though like the man, she way relish an adventure and victorious battle, they wage wars in more concentrated spheres, and prefer to battle in groups. They are not naturally solitary and unsettled. They are quite adept at finding a cosy spot to take root and bloom, and if they a plunged in inamicable situations, they naturally want to do this or that or add this or that to make the environment more inviting and appealing.
Every woman needs to make a home, but making one merely for herself is not enough. She has to make it for someone else. And it must not be a merely external home. The woman wants herself to be the home. She does not merely want to be a bearer of gifts, she is to be the gift herself. She does not merely decorate and adorn herself and all around her, she is the beauty, the gem in the cleft of the rock, the guiding light in the shadows. She wants to give her labors, her smiles, her tears, the work of her hands and the light of her eyes to her husband and her children. (For secretly all women want to bring forth new life and nourish and shelter little ones.)
She needs the man to do all of these things. Hence, in receiving her, he gives her her the gift she most desires.
Likewise, the man, once he has fought enough battles, vanquished his enemies, he must do something even more daunting. He must conquer himself. Only once this feat is achieved, can he be ready to sweetly imprison the heart of his beloved. Hence, while the woman captivates the wild and independent man, she sets him free; and while the man gives himself to the woman, he is reaping the joys of this joint victory.
