Have you ever had one of those moments when you can see something awful is beginning to happen, it's as if the moment is in slow motion, and everyone else is either oblivious or they just don't care?
In recent days I have become alarmingly aware of a very disheartening and truly disturbing fact. I feel that I am seeing the end of a beautiful, mysterious thing, and I fear that when it's gone there will be no possible way of getting it back. Once it's gone, it will be sorely missed, yet we will not have the faintest clue of how to recreate it. Even if we could it'd be a sad substitute to what used to be.
We are on the verge of losing something more valuable than any rare exotic bird, or precious gem. The Heart of the Ocean cannot begin to compare to this exquisite treasure.
I am talking about the fall, or rather the death of "True Femininity".
