ABSTRACT
He tries to understand me too well; he attempts to wheedle specific directions from me. He wants to discover my way and use that as his way also. Not yet does he understand that there is a my way and a your way, but that there is no ‘the’ way. And he does not ask for directions forthrightly but instead wheedles and pretends his wheedling is something else; he tries to persuade me that the revelation is essential to the process of our work, that it will help him talk, will make us more ‘human’ together, as though wallowing in muck together is what it means to be human! I try to teach him that lovers of truth do not fear stormy or dirty water. What we fear is shallow water!
