tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19785125.post5910234645741858848..comments2024-01-03T07:56:32.311-05:00Comments on quaker oats live: invisibility & the otherAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07488876505679035140noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19785125.post-31771619827202522142007-10-20T19:14:00.000-04:002007-10-20T19:14:00.000-04:00It's encouraging to hear that this is resonating w...It's encouraging to hear that this is resonating with you, Cherice (and with others). I spend so much time thinking and writing about these things that it's enriching when I get to share it and hear what others think. That tension between intimacy and responsibility really is at the core. We are a lonely and irresponsible people, and we feel this hunger, but yet are kept from intimacy and responsibility in so many ways. I'd be interested in your thoughts (and those of other readers of your blog) as I write this next book looking more explicitly at practical ways we become invisible. (And ways we can become visible, too). I'd like this next book to be highly collaborative (which only makes since, given what the topic is) and so hopefully we can talk more--maybe even in person =)<BR/><BR/>If you want, we can also talk about the criticism Levinas gets from a few of the feminist interpreters. Not all interpret him that way, and in fact while understandable, most of those critiques come from Derridean readings of Levinas. If Levinas is saying what Derrida said he was saying, then the critique probably sticks. But it's also possible that these Derridean interpretations are mistaken on a key point (which is what I discuss in detail in chpt. 2). <BR/><BR/>In any case, I look forward to talking more about these things. His phenomenology of mother and child is also quite fascinating (from Totality and Infinity) and that may be of special interest to you. Peace, friend.<BR/><BR/>p.s. In 'choosing an identity' (as if that were possible) for this blog response, I see that two options are 'Other' or 'Anonymous' I choose not to be anonymous (though it's tempting), and so will be the 'Other'Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19785125.post-74457429555827115432007-10-13T08:05:00.000-04:002007-10-13T08:05:00.000-04:00Cherice,Thank you for this post. It strikes a dee...Cherice,<BR/><BR/>Thank you for this post. It strikes a deep chord within me - and I know that this Truth you have shared is one that the Society (and the world) would be much richer for if they could truly hear it. It speaks to the theology that I continue to delve deeply into: the interplay of the relationships of God, Self and Other in our lives and the interconnectedness of all three. Most of all, though, it speaks to my condition today. Thank you for sharing this powerful ministry.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19785125.post-6183130465089770822007-10-12T16:45:00.000-04:002007-10-12T16:45:00.000-04:00Lovely posting.Back here in the east, for all our ...Lovely posting.<BR/><BR/>Back here in the east, for all our warm and fuzzy "tolerance" and "acceptance", many still live lives of vain isolation in our meetings. I say "vain" because I believe it is often vanity that keeps us from intimacy. Intimacy, especially spiritual intimacy, opens up the possiblity that I will be changed by someone, or by God. But if I remain slavishly attached to "me", this kind of intimacy will be nearly impossible.<BR/><BR/>Fear too plays a role here. Our culture and government have done a great job of whipping us into a fearful frenzy. Intimacy counter-acts fear, must overcome it, before love can bring us together.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19785125.post-23343082048484118572007-10-11T10:58:00.000-04:002007-10-11T10:58:00.000-04:00Cherice... thank you for that. These are thoughts ...Cherice... thank you for that. These are thoughts I've had often in the past but sometimes I seem to gradually fall back into what is often a typical American way of building walls and being an actor outside of the walls. It reminds me of "The Actor", an old song by the Moody Blues:<BR/><BR/>The curtain rises on the scene<BR/>With someone shouting to be free<BR/>The play unfolds before my eyes<BR/>There stands the actor who is me<BR/><BR/>The sleeping hours takes us far<BR/>From traffic, telephones and fear<BR/>Put out your problems with the cat<BR/>Escape until a bell you hear<BR/><BR/>Our reasons are the same<BR/>But theres no-one we can blame<BR/>For theres nowhere we need go<BR/>And the only truth we know comes so easily<BR/><BR/>Its such a rainy afternoon<BR/>No point in going anywhere<BR/>The sounds just drift across my room<BR/>I wish this feeling I could share<BR/><BR/><BR/>Reading your post was worth the procrastination of putting off writing a paper for one of my courses.<BR/><BR/>Kurt :)Swallowtailhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14680272802378923184noreply@blogger.com