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But some other part of me suspected the real truth, one too bitter to let in. That part in my unconscious, knowing and wise, was telling me exactly who I was identified with. It was telling me that my values, my spirituality, my way of being a woman in the world were masculine through and through, I was immersed in the world of the father.
Sue Monk Kidd, “The Dance of the Dissident Daughter”