Eternal mysteries, the source of Abrahamic tradition, behavioral
analysis, eastern methodology, and other more exotic and less urbane
philosophical umbrellas, are not of necessity gender-based... or even
restricted to such particular varieties of insular anthropomorphism as
are invested in Judeo-Christian Muslim screeds, nature-based
shamanism, native American traditions, or variable tribal cultures.

Cutting to the chase, perhaps the human being is not the center of the
universe. And our obsessions, neuroses, and pathological egotism may
even distract us from more essential truths. While the father-figure
god, the warrior-king, the maternal Madonna deity, mother sky, father
earth, and other conventional mythologies may have been useful devices
for communicating values and ideas to masses of semiliterate tribes...
perhaps more essential realities may not only be beyond our ken, but
perhaps are not amenable to the reductionism inherent in convenient,
gender-based stereotypes and cliches.  

Goethe, Spinoza, and many others who have traveled this landscape...
are wont to admit the inefficacy of language and more often than not,
retreat to admissions of the inevitable constraints imposed by the human
condition. And other wise souls, in existential refrain, encourage us to
embrace our mysteries until they blossom into joy... and leave it for
our progeny to sort out our own confabulations, protestations, guilty
pleasures, delusions, denials, and special contrivances.

In the mean time... if we are fortunate, we can reach out, close
caskets, and open enough minds so that collectively... our families,
neighborhoods, communities, cities, towns, and nation-states, can
move to correct the excesses and abuses of those whose profound
error, abject greed, and unmitigated avarice has so damaged us.

And we humans, observers, and scribes... certainly in the best
traditions of Faulkner...and in spite of ourselves and the various
Hemmingways among us, will endure, survive, and prevail over
our current travails until the sun also rises... 

We can only hope that the limits and limitations of our variable
spiritual traditions will continue to nurture our blossomings, until 
perhaps this too shall pass, the circle broken will be unbroken,
and unborn, reborn, conjoined, and interconnected... all of us,
collectively (or one at a time) may slide wailing down one more 
slippery slope into the abyss of uncertainty, the dark hole of our
despair, or into a twilight glow which illuminates the most
exquisite and ineffable epiphanies we might imagine...

Or, even if we fail to uncover small wisdom, perhaps it is enough
that our religious underpinnings provide us with a prod to seek
justice, meaning, truth, or something in the mysteries which surround
that might be greater and more profound than human artifice...

Selah and solidarity,