Symmetric
Things have finally started to slow down and get back to normal. I’m still not sleeping a great deal, but fortunately the coffee is still working (thank God that at least this drug is socially acceptable). I was kind of hoping that a rant would work its way into my head this morning so that I could incite fever, rebellion and frenzy with this post; indeed, I have failed - the rant portion of my mind currently resembles oatmeal.
So, I will do two things. First: here’s a link and a welcome to Caleb Knox. Second; Another passage from some reading I did over the summer. This area of thought is really quite interesting and may stir the pot at a variety of different levels. I don’t think I’ll provide any commentary now, but you, of course, are free to do so-
“All I claim is that there is a feminine as well as a masculine side to truth; that these are related not as inferior and superior, not as better and worse, not as weaker and stronger, but as complements—complements in one necessary and symmetric whole. That as the man is more noble in reason, so the woman is more quick in sympathy. That he is indefatigable in pursuit of abstract truth, so she is caring for the interests by the way—striving tenderly and lovingly that not one of the least of these ‘little ones’ should perish. That while we not infrequently see women who reason, we say, with the coolness and precision of a man, and men as considerate of helplessness as a woman, still there is a general consensus of mankind that the one trait is essentially masculine and the other as peculiarly feminine.â€
(Anna Julia Cooper, “The Higher Education of Women” from A Voice from the South)



Sep 14th 2004
Even more specific than that, isn’t there a Tim or a jimi side to truth that impacts our experience of it in much the same way? Now i know there are some conservative folk out there that will want to say “Whoa!! Back that relative train up…” to which i say, but there also is a God-side of truth, and that is the one for which we are all striving…
falling miserably short, but striving nonetheless.
What does that one look like? beats me, but i cannot wait till the day when i see clearly! Until then, experience and interpretation must acknowledge what Ms. Cooper was addressing.