why owh why?
Monday, February 19th, 2007What compels a man to become smitten and enamored, entranced, obsessed, obsessed with a woman, one particular woman? How can a passion for one special person brutally enslave his heart and mind, giving him no rest, no peace? Why does he believe, without reservation, that only this one woman, distant, unobtainable, perhaps even cruel and malicious, holds the promise of fulfillment for him?
The obsessed man has gaps, missing parts in his life. He is unfulfilled, incomplete, unfinished. He is driven to fill the emptiness, the void within him. His frantic pursuit of a woman is an anguished cry of desolation, an expression of the search for purpose and meaning in life that at some level must move all humans.
