Make no mistake, the primal ground of the Erotic is the power source of the feminine plane. It is none other than the creative force itself, it is why the masculine so desires its appropriation. For when one is in possession of Erotic power, one is granted seemingly other-worldly and extraordinary power.
Genius can only subsist off of the primal ground of being—resources that are plentiful in woman with her creative capacity.
Have you not noticed that libidinal nature and prowess travel ever in tandem with genius?
The greats; writers, innovators, musicians, philosophers, moguls and creatives must ingest the elixir of greatness: Eros.
To be absent of Eros is to be at best mediocre. And to be sentenced to mediocrity is a fate that most have adapted to with the various feelings that accommodate the mediocre and domesticated life: the underlying meaninglessness, the perpetual background of anxiety, the exhaustion of continual duty-driven performance.
There are, however, those who, for whatever reason, cannot withstand this lifeless sentence, who cannot undergo the progressive stages of starvation that society would deem civilized. Those who seek the lifeline of Eros and do not let go.