Trobisch offers as tender and compassionate perspective ofr those of us who try to make sense of the suffering of man, despite the receptive and present feminine. "Helplessly, out of his helplessness, he sends showers of cold feelings over the greening meadows of feminine feelings." (p49) Brief but gentle, Trobisch gives us an understanding of how man suffers, how he reacts to his hurt, and (an apparently incomplete portrait, at the time of his death) how he is set free, made whole. To be a woman is an oceanic, feeling and perceptive experience; he seems to understand and eloquently explain man's feeling existing next to such a creature. May we all be so self-aware!