A blight descends on a civilization when a woman’s soul is desecrated. The birth of man is plunged into despair, all his creations tainted by the original insult, no matter how far removed. Each generation has a chance to look back in knowing, in wisdom. Nature abhors a vacuum; nature abhors emptiness, nothingness, futility, scarcity, barrenness. It is in your nature, woman, to produce a soul, a strain resistant to this blight, resilient to man-made, unnatural insult and injury. Nature is on your side. But first, let us acknowledge the desecration, let us acknowledge the despair, then we have a better than good chance to be sanctified by them.