He fell into a deep sleep and when he awoke he sees woman and it's his job to name her. But this is not a another animal, this is a beautiful, worthy, wonderful creature, custom built to be his partner. He cannot merely name her, the only way to do it is to break into poetry (Genesis 2:23)
"This at last is bone of my bones
and flesh of my flesh;
she shall be called Woman,
because she was taken out of Man"
Woman is as superior to animals as poetry is to prose. And if that doesn't cause your eyes to glaze at the humongous magnitude of difference I have provided an example. Compare: You are a woman who is physically attractive to
Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And Summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And oft' is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd:
But thy eternal Summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wanderest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
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