Jesus said unto them,
A prophet is not without honour, save in his own country, and in his own house.
A more contemporary expression might be: “familiarity breeds contempt”.
Over the years, I have endeavored to grow as a person. I sought to educate myself. Whatsoever I have gained in the process however, is wasted on family and friends.
What great gems of wisdom I have garnered to myself, I simply cannot share with the ones I love most.
My family knows me in my diapers, and, my friends, they know me in my cups.
My wife knew me in the bedroom, my children know my gas.
Strangers, all are wary; (politically correct).
I seek a middle distance, for earnest conversation; a meeting of the mind.
Years ago I made a journey with some “friends” – army buddies actually. On our return we were caught up in a terrible winter ice storm. We holed up in a motel room, waiting out the storm. We knew somewhat about each other, but not enough to jibe. We watched TV initially but it went off the AIR. I found a Gideon’s Bible in a drawer and started reading for our entertainment. In Genesis, we never surpassed the first page and a half. We spent the next eight hours there, deep in conversation, about every single turn of phrase, and all their implications.
There were no apples in Eden. (You can look it up.)
The hours I spent waiting out the ice storm, deep in conversation, proved to be a very rare event. The only comparable circumstance was when I was in college. Students have a special mindset – the spirit of inquiry. Their ideas are not yet set in stone, not like the people you meet on the street. The people on the street have only answers and ask no fundimental questions. It is this all too elusive spirit of inquiry in ernest conversation that I seek.