Graduation nears. While this should turn us to both jubilant anticipation…and soberly consider what needs to yet be done to reach there; I’m considering how strange it is to revisit the alma mater or to see familiar faces therefrom.
I miss only a few things from undergrad – foremost were the late night amblings of roommates theologizing and philosophizing in our petty ways. So, with great pleasure, reprising these sparring sessions is always a welcome part of visiting.
But this last time, I found that much had changed for each of us. Heraclitus (c. 535-475 B.C.E.) informs us that: “No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it’s not the same river and he’s not the same man.” The river is ever in flux, as are we.
And yet, much had not changed. Surprisingly, we discovered that we were arguing less about those differences we considered most significant than we were about what terms we could express our actual positions through effectively. We awoke to find that we spoke different dialects!
I note this story because I still find the terms we used unhelpful in sorting out what we were arguing for or against. And I still am looking for better ones – I merely want to convey what I tried to argue that night: that we are in need of better terms.