"The most subversive people are those who ask questions. Giving answers is not nearly as threatening. Any one question can be more explosive than a thousand answers."
"...going part of the way is not the same as going the wrong way..."
Conversations. People. Again the distant world out there. I am not measuring words today. I am simply listening. Some ideas seem to bounce off me...like those bouncy balls--the quick intersection of the ball to body and then the amusement in watching it travel. Others linger. Ideas so different from my own. Each of us teaching some thing? Has the lesson been lost? Or is the lesson the discipline in remaining, in hearing, in recognizing, "not as I am"? A lesson in some form. In some way.
I want to ask questions. I want to debate. To challenge. To understand. Only, I've not the talent of putting others at ease. This knowledge of my intensity when delivering a question keeps me from asking. A mental note. Wondering. "Real philosophers don't trample on rosebeds." Fitting. True. And not so true. Politeness is...well...is uhm...is.
My eyes do the talking. We wander back.
"What do you think?"
"I think there is something more."
"More?"
"More than what is being said."
"Has anything been said?"
"Much more was said in what was not said."
Laughter.
It will be this way for some time to come.