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What is a man?
He, like many things, is a mixture. He has strength to hold on to that which is right yet gentleness to know when wrong he should move. He is firm and resolute giving his enemy no mercy Yet extending the hand of comfort to those he loves. A true man would never lord it over others, rather instead be the first to put those others before him. He would know the wisdom of words and love truth yet also know the true wisdom of silence and when to use both. He should have the ability to listen and hear what words have little time to say as he listens with his eyes. He needs to be an encourager of tired limbs and minds. When faced with bodies that flag he'll take the weight and bring release coming alongside and taking the strain. And his strength shall come from the joy he brings and the laughter in his heart and knowing who he is. But with all this something is lacking Let's put next to him woman Now our creation is truly complete when the two halves become one
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