Sleep, son.You cannot wrestle the night,nor wring miracles from the dark.Even stars must dim to be born anew.Lay down your stubborn bones,and let the soft pull of dreamsunburden the weight of another unyielding day. Today, you shuffled papers,asked the cold bureaucracy for grace,and sat among the Wednesday faithful,speaking of certainties, numbers, standards,the certifiable world,where ambition…
There is a haunting paradox about human nature that I have often contemplated, and it became particularly pronounced tonight when I found myself confined to my bathroom. It is as though we, as human beings, are drawn to the very things that may harm us, even when we have the knowledge, tools, and foresight to…
Waited. perched high ‘ver moon Twirled fingers eyes horizon splashing shadows ‘ver cast. Spectacle for our generation Cast dream ‘ver yonder Sun reach out yon Make us nation and out this long night for knights mighty stand wheedling future pasts. T’s our testimony: arrived too soon bayed destiny ‘ver deaf pasts hand me sun future…
Miranda Fricker explores the concept of epistemic injustice in the context of testimonial practice and argues that the virtue of reflective critical openness can serve as an antidote to the prejudice inherent in epistemic injustice. She examines the concept of “testimonial sensibility,” which she elaborates as being an ethical virtue that shapes our responses to…
