The New Man does not conceal the tears of his broken heart.

He will open himself to another, to man and woman alike—all are his friends and companions. He will embrace both with the same passion, for he sees in them the love he feels pouring out from his own soul.

He cares not for ridicule and reputation—he left those at the crossroads. He will gladly laugh at himself because he is one who loves to laugh. It fills the air around him with sparks—they send warm shivers down people’s backs, and settle deep in their guts. They can’t help but laugh with him.

The New Man has shed his skin. He looks upon the hordes of scared children concealed within bodies of full-grown men—and all he sees is fear. You are not forsaken, he would like to say.

You are not from Mars, as they wanted you to think. You come from the bowels of the earth upon which you tread, and in you too lies a seed just waiting to bloom into your imagination’s most vivid colors.

But you are afraid of rainbows. You are afraid of the power lying in your own heart. The love that wants to escape at every moment terrifies you, because you have been told that it is not you—or that it is weak. But it's the most beautiful part of you.

Stop fearing yourself, and the world will become a less terrifying place.

Just give the mother in you a chance to speak, and she will guide you through the dark places you have built for yourself.

The New Man is truly strong. He is brave beyond the measure of his time: he has shed his fears.

He understands, that as long as the battle of the sexes rages, his own soul can never be at peace—for we all have a piece of each other within ourselves.