speaking//listening

Flipping through The Walrus and getting a message from a friend, I find it, the missing part. This place is intellectually lonely.

My oldest friends are insightful and our lives end up having a weaving narrative; them certainly informing mine, and hopefully mine sometimes informing theirs. Even when we're out of touch, we're never far. They say things that resonate, about the world, about situations. They have interests, maybe not the same as mine, but interests in things that become interesting by the virtue of their attention and examination.

In this city, in my life right now, I have people to see. Friends. But conversation hits that point where we've run out of information or there is extension, the checking, and there's no response. We're not really relating, we're just inhabiting the same space.

I only really trust the handful of people for which the connection exists. They don't have a universal trait. Some are well educated, some are not. Some are riddled with life experience, others have entire unexplored chapters waiting.

I get the feeling, sometimes, that a lot of people are inhabiters of social space. The communication between people evolving from survival skills - information sharing - is sufficient for inhabitors. But there are other people, able to relate, who draw more easily on a separate set of human faculties.

Maybe it's similar to higher activity in the brain in temporal cortical areas among those who tend to be more spiritual. A hard wired difference.

If I had to guess, maybe some search more, as a result of all of this relational information. In tapping into the higher level of human communication they recognize that ideas are prismatic. Information sharing sees the spots of light, the refraction only, but some see the sides and can therefore attempt to imagine the source as well.