The little drone climbed the stairs.
Climbing stairs was easy for the little drone,
Because the drone’s mind worked like stairs.
For the Queen, however, it was not so easy,
And the little drone, wishing to be dominant,
Easily beat her every time.
The Queen sat down and began to think.
Her mind worked differently.
She saw patterns, and interactions,
And her thought’s needed no logical foundations
But flew direct from the stars.
Stairs would never work for her.
So she began to make little groups,
And the groups had meaning,
And in the meaning lay her power,
And in the sophistication of her interconnections lay her Strength.
The little drone didn’t stand a chance.
Perhaps men think linearly and hierarchically, and perhaps women think at a flatter level and in patterns. In a man’s world women don’t stand a chance; but as we change towards a woman’s world it’s men who are going to struggle.
