...the question, held since morning, is posed: Where is conflict in conversation? We find in that back and forth dance of discussion that only the foolish, the boyish, compete for pride, for winning the field, for the small, shiny prize of the victorious proposition. Instead, all competition is found to be an image of that piece of the conversational puzzle, that dialectic mystery which is living and learning together, that grand classroom where we war against our own ignorance, our sisters and brothers and selves being caught in the trap of bowing to false gods. damn the discussion that leads to pride. damn the pride that leads to closed ears. Oh God, may we actively listen, be productively waiting for the coming of meaning, that spirit never our own and never far from our ears.
What is meaning?
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