Let's not kill the beauty of the world

Reflecting on and researching the plight of young Tahitian women also means discovering, through this journey around the world, new variations on the ways in which men dominate women. Everywhere, men have effectively capitalized on their physical dominance to subjugate women and girls into a state of economic, psychological, and sexual subjugation. A kaleidoscope of horrors that is slowly killing the beauty of the world.

And for once I will contradict Brel:

"And I'm not sure

As someone sings,

May they be the future of mankind.”

I am one of those certain individuals, having worked throughout my career in environments where women hold considerable place. I have observed that life is better there than among those dominated by testosterone, such as the stereotypical biker gangs, Montreal blue-collar workers, and Trump's MAGA supporters. At home and during my travels, I have consistently observed that the vast majority of women, driven by their maternal instinct, do everything in their power, and even go above and beyond, to secure the future of their children and their extended family.

The beauty of the world, like its inhabitants, is fragile; horror and misfortune knock at the door, and not only at the door.

Being aware of one's own fragility is an inevitable first step in this endless struggle and the beginning of a healing process that allows one to take charge of oneself and then extend that support to others. How can one be sensitive to the fragility of others without being aware of one's own fragility?