Philosophy in Eden Invaded
Hilda laughed. “Don’t sell yourself short. If you didn’t have plenty of intellectual capability, we wouldn’t even be having this conversation. But as much as it seems we’re in sync, I have a problem with the basic triune self.”
“Well,” Hilda mused. “My body is beginning to let me down, and that’s a disappointment to me. I pray it won’t be too disappointing to you as time goes on.” Erick shook his head violently, but she continued as she leaned back into a more comfortable position. “My biggest problem with the triune is that, while I have a relatively strong mind, I’ve always had problems meshing my emotions with what seems to be the norm for others. So I try to separate mind and emotions instead of lumping them together in ‘soul’, giving me a square instead of a triangle—or if some sides are weaker than others, at least some sort of trapezoid—body, mind, emotions, and spirit.”
“Whoa, how long have you been analyzing humanity like that?”
“Since college,” Hilda laughed. “I had a thing for a fascinating pre-med student and tried to talk to him about it. Then I wrote a poem:
“I thought he was a circle,/Or maybe he was a square./He said he was a puzzle/With pieces scattered everywhere.”
“When I read what I had written, I realized he was probably schizophrenic and I went my own way.” They both laughed.
“Anyhow, it’s easy for a square to become a circle, and that’s what I really wanted to be because circles are so important to God. The hang-up was my emotions. Some have called me emotionally retarded.”
“That’s pretty harsh,” Erick objected. “Who would say such a thing?”
“Hmm, come to think of it, it was usually guys who couldn’t get what they wanted from me. I probably shouldn’t obsess about what they say.” Erick laughed appreciatively as he hugged her.
“I hope you don’t discover they were right,” Hilda sobered.
“That’s doubtful I think.” He kissed her. “I know you are not overly generous with physical expressions of affection except with me, and I’m grateful for that. What makes the difference?”
“Well, God is love, and God is a trinity, so love must be a trinity, too. I’m not big into eros (physical love) the way some like to hug and kiss everyone they meet, even at church, but I’m sure willing to make exceptions for someone for whom I also feel filial (brotherly love)—especially if that person and I both experience agape’ (God’s love). And sweetheart, you fill the bill on all counts. Sometimes my head aches and my heart swells to bursting with wanting you. It seems strange to want something so much that is so readily available.” Hilda grinned secretively.
“You feel that, too? Is it idolatry to have such feelings about another person?”
“I don’t know. Since God brought us together, I doubt it. I hope not.”
He hugged her again. “I’m glad I fit with you. You said circles are important to God. How?”
“Well, Daniel and Ezekiel both saw circles or wheels or wheels within wheels in their visions of God and His throne. Some commentators have said they symbolize God’s glory and energy. I see circles or, more precisely, wheels within wheels in all of creation from the atom to the cell to the earth to the solar systems. I figure when God found a good pattern or design that worked, He stuck with it.”