If the unveiling of Mary and the analogizing of her through her body (as per Christopher West), especially in regards to her breastfeeding (as ripped from cultural continuity by Westians for their pan-sexual ends), prompting an art as holy encounter with what's behind pornography to convert the porn-addicted culture, is the crux of the absolutely necessary reclamation of sexuality (for the New Evangelization) around which there is no detour, then that would mean that - much more than pigments on a canvas - public breastfeeding is the incarnational flagship of the New Evangelization.
It would be the very proclamation of the Gospel.
And not discreet public breastfeeding either. It would have to be out and in the open - just as it is in the art. Do you light a lamp to hide it under a bushel basket? No, you don't.
We would have to have public breastfeeding parades. We would put the gay pride parades to shame. You guys can't trump the Catholics - no way. We're better at stuff than you are!
We would have to employ watchers to ensure that the equilibrium of reciprocal intersubjectivity is being maintained. We would call these watchers the true experts in phenomenology.
Men would have to, and I mean have to - by dint of the hardline regulations of the Great Naturist Nudist version of The Invasion of the Body Snatchers - look at woman breastfeeding so that Pope John Paul II's words about the new springtime of faith might rise unbidden in their minds.
And those who turn away their eyes will have to be turned in as rapists.
And those who express disgust will have to be turned in as Iconoclast Taliban Catholics.
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