Man is not happy with submission, so is under constant threat from a
world which would love to crush his hopes. He rarely feels the
easy-going and open confidence of woman, which is so very much like that
of a child. He is a stranger to her security, which bows down before all
things. Man has to give the appearance of being secure; woman actually
is secure. For this reason, in his weaker moments, he sees her as a
super-male, or a god, who is what he desires most deeply. He projects
woman in his own image, making himself blind to her true form.
" . . . there is a moment in her life when she deceptively appears to be
infinitude itself - and that is when man is captured. And as a wife she
is quite simply - finitude."
Kierkegaard
Man doesn't see his mistake till it is too late. Now he sees her
puttering