Thanks for sharing your experience and for being the kind of person who recognizes when something of transcendence is calling their name. I once had a small carved statue of the Virgin Mary call me in that same way, and I am not a Catholic or even a very religious person, but when the vendor took it out of the case and put it into my hand, I burst into tears out of some kind of recognition of the liminal.

I was reading yesterday about ancient paintings that have long been thought to represent some kind of harpoon (even though the barbs were going the wrong way and it was otherwise not a very functional tool). Finally, someone had the presence of mind to point out that it was probably actually a representation of a tree instead, which made a lot more sense. If we assume that women can only be sex objects and that all tools are tools of war, then we miss out on discovering what they really might be instead.