reptiliandude: I should also point out that while your stories declare that Yeshua was born of a virgin, our Yeja was the unexpected seventh son in a line of females whose lineage began keeping records twenty two generations prior.

(22/7 gives you a solid approximation of pi)

garbotalk:: A line of females! What a remarkable thing! I’m glad you shared this because before you did, I thought your females were marginalized by their tether to home and the upbringing of family.

reptiliandude: We let them have their due so then they leave us alone so that we can be ‘men.’

Your society has yet to discover this harmonious relationship.

Your sexes are at constant war with each other.

Insomuch, that you confound and water down the intrinsic qualities of gender to support a system which again, is predicated upon the acceptance of a mutually assured hypocrisy bereft of any substantive dialogue.

garbotalk: “Let them”…ha!

My grandmother said of her husband, “He may be the head of the family but I am the neck. And the head only turns where the neck allows it to go.”

reptiliandude: Remember the ‘Women’s Festival’ (Women’s Week)?

There are many reasons we allow our women to vent out their steam in this manner.

One of those reasons, is because in our mythology when God made our ‘Eve’ she couldn’t stand our ‘Adam’ at first, and avoided him.

When ‘Adam’ complained to God that she was a horrible help mate, God replied that she was perfect for him because she was honest about her misgivings and he needed to earn her respect and loyalty through his actions.

I guess you could say that the Naigajian ‘Eve’ was in every respect a ‘Tsundere.’

Every time he approached her, she threw things at him and told him to get the hell away from her.

It was only through watching his hard work, creativity and observations of the natural world that she eventually warmed up to him.

Well, that… and because she claimed that she hated his singing, he carved out a flute and played music that either praised her or mocked her as she walked.

He’d catch her after gorging on some fruit and he’d play a tune that made her sound fat and lumbering… He’d catch her bathing and just out of rock throwing distance he’d hide in the trees and play soothing music and then suddenly break out into a ribald chorus about what a pity it was that she had no one to wash her itchy back because she was afraid of his ‘equipment.’

This sort of repartee, his dedication to keeping the garden in good repair and his quiet placement of wonderfully scented flowers and ‘meticulously polished stones’ she would discover on her regularly traveled paths helped considerably.

Your Genesis says little about your Eve.

I think that the species has suffered as a result.

garbotalk: I love this! Feisty women are necessary to well rounded families. Door mats do little but collect dirt off others’ feet. Winning the heart of a woman rather than simply claiming her means you’ve earned her love and respect. Once earned, she’ll give it freely all her life. It cements the glue of the family unit. Otherwise, there is a servant/master relationship that is unhealthy.

reptiliandude:  Would you like to know more? I am not being censured so I can tell you ( some ) more of our creation story if you would like.

Bear in mind that the stories in our scriptures are less reverent and considerably more ‘bawdy’ and humorous than yours.

garbotalk: Absolutely! I’m rapt with attention!

explorer1357: Did he ever deliver?

ACuriousHumanBeing: Reminds me of my own parents too. 😀

garbotalk: LOL, now you know why the women of my family are mouthy!

ACuriousHumanBeing: Well my mom isn’t so much mouthy as she is quick witted, and sassy in her own way. Often my parents will try to subconsiously outwit each other. It’s thier own kind of love, and its pretty cute. As such all of my siblings and I are sass masters should the need arise. ;D