There are so many glimmerings of sacred traditions which arrive out of ambiguity and confusion to a sense of unity and common purpose.

Sufis (oft expressed in Rumi's intimate poems of the moods of Divine Love) "recognize that the polarity observed everywhere in the workings of the world is reflected in the human condition....As men and women, we embody two universal principles, and getting along might be easier if we honoured the differences as well as the commonalities.

A wonderful illustration of this is found in Iroquois (Native American) culture. Men are seen as having a greater need to be in charge, so daily governance is given to a circle of chiefs.
Women are bearers of a different wisdom: as mothers they deal with the world in a more intimate way. Since they've raised the men from birth, and know who shared and who was a bully, the clan mothers pick the chiefs.
And if a chief goes off course, the good ladies unseat him in a ceremony marvelously called "Pulling-the-Horns".
There are two kinds of power honoured here. Immediate action, and something slow, deep, and healing: soft roots growing through rock.

Are women the natural guardians of root strength?...Men have it, but it has to be teased out".
--One Song by Michael Green

The Human condition is forever a dichotomy Zed. Out of Chaos comes Order and vice versa. As a group it is present; as individuals it is present. The ancients had it right when they portrayed the Highest as both male and female.