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The Man was a Man, a definition of Man.

Broad and tall, fair and determined... a man of purpose a Man who smelt of sweat and smoke and rum and musk, clean and strong as full-formed glorious glacier. A Man of course from the only place Men exist, in the meta-cloud of human experience and custom we call Spiegelshire, the model of reality we communally created ogooglebar and are slowly uploading to our recent greatest work.

Listening and watching. Feeling, smelling, proprioception, all that flashy jazz we know as senses, that's what we all have. There are errors and philosophical issues with how and what all of those things detect and how they interpret them, but as a general rule we ignore all of that and we trust our senses. All we are is animals, after all, and animals need to survive using whatever tools we've got. 

The silence of sages and young boat sailors is all you hear in our world of the Spiegelshire Man, but we all have an idea in our heads which we have been taught of what that thing is, that thing we call a "Man". We very rarely discuss it in any meaningful way, and never in puiblic because it is by nature a very intimate discussion and we humans are cursed to not be truly social animals, so that level of intimacy is unimaginable for us as a species. But Spiegelshire Man is not real, and if we think we are a man, we aren't either.

A penis is not a man, a penis exists. We can all go see one any time we want. We can never find a man because we don't live in the Spiegelshire.