On the Illusion of Fulfillment

That of the feminine, which regards itself a prize to be fulfilled, alone speaks on its stature as an empty, lifeless doll with nothing to offer other than its infantilized-needy behavior that fills it. Its fulfillment is just a hook that makes her see for another, for she has nothing in herself to look for.

Hence you'll notice their seeking for another, a constant indirect search for a constitutive other; by being nothing but their attributed sacred mask, throwing their likes and dislikes around regarding it as divine with their accustomed idealization, to the point where their own fantasy would deceive them and disappoint. And that's followed by the dull-pitied empty-headed man who's leashed to their gospel or has let himself in with one; his drive is his lurking will - his insecurity. His case is no different.