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“A família talvez seja nossa primeira prisão. Muito do que somos hoje tem a ver com criações desestruturadas, inconsequentes ou castradoras. Ela é muitas vezes responsável pelas nossas inseguranças, nosso vazio, nossa falta de amor. E você sabia que até as famílias foram criadas para servir ao capital? Antigamente vivíamos em comunidades, em tribos. Casais se uniam por amor. As crianças eram criadas pela comunidade. Não havia casamento ou família. A família surgiu para dar conta da propriedade particular de pessoas poderosas que conseguiam acumular posses, riqueza, e queriam que ela ficasse somente com seus descendentes. O casamento surgiu, as famílias se institucionalizaram e os homens passaram a ser os donos de tudo - inclusive de suas mulheres.”

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