What if I am not part of his rib, my existence was not meant to be the servant, the one who keeps him company and listens to his worries, complaints?
What if it's the other way round and he is a part of my rib? It would make more sense since I came first.
Mother Nature, earth, the moon are all female.
What if we are tricked and out of nothing it was a she who created the world like the mom of Lucifer did
What if no rib was needed but just a birth out of dust the wind shared a put of life with?
What if we all live a fairy tale and discover without there's nothing left, no dreams, no wishes, no self-esteem, no ideas, no skills, no courage to face the hardships of life?
What if?
