The love of a daughter never truly disappear for it remains frozen in the way other could actually favour the way of a saint. The thing is, no one could actually have the love of this daughter. Not failure, but affection. Not reason, but emotion. Not logic, but pure passion. This illogical, unreasonable, goofy love tend to be born in the depths of the heart.
Honestly, it would be as beautiful as marguerite blooming in the winter for it almost never happens and yet it shows itself possible in ways you cannot actually measures for those who dear to dream of freedom. I really tell myself that this was not happening because I could see Asha making pouts before Basil as if she were to be pampered girl. Not only is she loved by her daddy, but also her daddy loves her unconditional love. In this sense, nothing could actually bear this name under no circumstance.
As it was said, the only love you can dream of is the one that comes from your father. This was not just a dream. This said, there was a questionable deed that very few daughters could actually do. After all, she got off her throne and gave her father a hug. In doing so, Basil felt a warmth presence in his life as if he had been crowned as something more than ancient. In this dream, he could see endless battles, he could see the animus and the anima.
In this regard, Animus is the soul in woman just as anima is the soul in man. Animus usually personifies himself as a masculine force and appears in women's dreams as a masculine figure. This could be like those animes where the cringy plots goes out of the role and enacts what they cannot see. However, there is a catch to this: nothing could be more beautiful than this deed of falling in love and yet Women relate to their animus side differently than men relate to anima, but there is one thing that men and women have in common:
After all, Romantic love always consists in the projection of the soul-image. When a woman falls in love it is animus that she sees projected onto the mortal man before her not like the simps who are nice to her, but a true relationship. When a man drinks of the love potion, it is anima, his soul, that he sees superimposed on a woman, a true woman in her own right for everything that we continue living in an epoch of love.
At the human level, in Jungian terms – the Goddess whispers to a man's anima, his buried feminine aspect, and the God speaks out loud to his male emphasis; while the God whispers to a woman's buried male animus, and the Goddess speaks out loud to her female emphasis. In this case, Basils daughter was the very incarnation of the Goddess.
Asha: HAHAH! That is not miserable, not even sympathetic. I really dream of the day you see me breaking these chains. I really pity you, but love you at the same time. Even so, it does not mean that I cannot actually see the way you can actually have in the memory of the one who dreams. You think it's because they're lying? Nonsense! I like it when people lie! Lying is man's only privilege over all other organisms.
If you lie--you get to the truth! Lying is what makes me a woman. Not one truth has ever been reached without first lying fourteen times or so, maybe a hundred and fourteen, and that's honorable in its way; well, but we can't even lie with our own minds! Lie to me, but in your own way, and I'll kiss you for it because you are my only father. Really, lying in one's own way is almost better than telling the truth in someone else's way; in the first case you're a man, and in the second—no better than a bird! The truth won't go away, but life can be nailed shut; there are examples. Well, so where are we all now? With regard to science, development, thought, invention, ideals, aspirations, liberalism, reason, experience, and everything, everything, everything, we're all, without exception, still sitting in the first grade!
We like getting by on other people's reason--we've acquired a taste for it! Right? Am I right? This is not more merely ideal of the actionable mind. The thing is, you cannot have the whole picture for those who tend to dream big. In that sense, no one could actually dream of having you, but me in a pure way.
ABSOLUTELY, I can listen no longer in silence BECAUSE OF HOW IN LOVE I AM AS A DAUGTHER . I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach for I am not cheap to be bought by such compliments. In my sight, You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope not as in the dramas you told yourself when you were a child with grandma. YEAH: everything can be reduced to 0. In this love, nothing can actually have one by yourself.
Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone forever because of who I am every time I see you. Indeed, I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it at that very moment. Do not talk about God. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death in the grave of sorrow.
I have loved none but you as much as I have loved mommy. Even so, unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant grief for all the one who cry for justice. You alone have brought me to fulfilment. For you alone, I think and plan things in my endless eternity. Have you not seen this like those simps? Can you fail to have understood my wishes that I crave in long misery? I had not waited even these ten days after my birth, could I have read your feelings and emotions, as I think you must have penetrated mine for I can hardly write in this body.