Though not as well known as her husband, D. H. Lawrence, the twentieth century American path and genre breaking novelist, Frieda Lawrence nonetheless left us with some rich tales of human angst and intriguing observations about various aspects of the human condition.

    In her autobiography, Not I but the Wind, Lawrence writes, "Like a bottomless pit is truth."  For those who believe that truth is always fixed and unchanging, this statement may cause consternation.  Upon examining Lawrence's assertion more deeply, however, we see a profound insight.  If truth is to mean anything, that is, if it is to be a sustaining standard, of any kind, it must necessarily be something whose depths we cannot fully penetrate.  It must be something so remarkable that we humans do not always understand it completely.  Otherwise, we wouldn't need it.

    Truth is essential, yes, but as Plato and Augustine pointed out many, many centuries ago, to be effectual truth must be grounded in a presence which humans cannot ultimately make.