They have an affinity

This is the kind of labyrinth of circular reasoning people get themselves into when they decide reality is all in the mind.

Women are all totally different, there is no one thing that defines them, they can be anything, everything, nothing, they can be dandelion fluff or the scent of grilled mushrooms or a dream someone had but doesn’t remember – you can’t pin them down, you can’t say what they are, they are infinite – except for just this one magically exempt item: they all have an affinity with being members of the category woman.

A member of the audience asks: But if you can’t define woman, if they are all different, then what does “the category woman” mean?

Patiently, our sage replies – Women are all totally different, there is no one thing that defines them, they can be anything, everything, nothing, they can be dandelion fluff or the scent of grilled mushrooms or a dream someone had but doesn’t remember – you can’t pin them down, you can’t say what they are, they are infinite – except for just this one magically exempt item: they all have an affinity with being members of the category woman.

We may be here some time.

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