The bomb…is the apotheosis of the patriarchal Sun God. Man no longer needs to worship the sun–he can make his own, and force the entire earth to bow down before it...
His new wealth, his new power over life, his new military ability to maim, terrify, and slaughter by hundreds of thousands gave man a haughty contempt for life; once he had been in awe of life, but now he found how easy it was to push life around, to kill it. Man’s new contempt for life extended to woman, of course, since for millennia she had stood as the numinous symbol of life’s sacredness, life’s holy power. But now he had the power, and he found he could also easily invent his own sacredness, by fiat. God became male–a warrior male–in his image…
He liberates himself by arrogantly and recklessly destroying the interconnecting webwork of which he is part–and then the ‘tragic hero’ is surprised when he looks around himself, and sees nothing but wasteland and death…The sun hero slashes through the timeless web of interconnecting life energy and lays it all waste, in order to enjoy swift satisfaction, fame, and conquest.
Conquest of what? Of the fact that life is paradox…he is a little boy warring against the subtle (serpentine) nature of life: demanding it be made neat, simplistic, logical, unambiguous, designed as a flat stage for his triumph–and nothing more”
– Monica Sjöö & Barbara Mor, The Great Cosmic Mother





















