I had a delightful time last night, and I really enjoyed the food, thank you for your company.
Regarding Montaigne, and the little I know from him, but for the few pages I read many years ago, plus the brief passages you quoted me, two things I reflected during my long trip home, the old argument of Speech Vs Writing, Plato was probably one of the first apologist for Speech, disliking writing like some sort, of dead, absent, illegitimate, method that weakened memory, ironically we only know this because he put it in writing!
As much we like to admire wit, and cleverness in the people we talk to, I am a staunch defender of the writing word, no amount of listened speeches will provide you with the knowledge, and depth few books will, not to mention the fact a non recorded speech you can only listen once, a book you can reared as many times you want,and if by distraction you may miss something all you got to do is re-read the line, it will be hard to interrupt a speech just to tell them you got distracted…
Plus speech, lead to contention, and animosity far easier, and more directly than any disagreement you may hold towards an author, how many friendships had been lost over about the wrong word said, meanwhile you can debate a writing line can be as devastating to a friendship as well, but it is more likely you may not even know the person who wrote those lines, therefore your emotional involvement will be less likely to be so upsetting,or of such loss.
Another thing that is troubling with speech, it is the ego of the participants, that more frequently than anybody will like to admit over ride the elucidation of Truth, for the sake of wining an argument. I agree,you can write a tirade as well against something you disagree, but this at least force us to read with detail, and without distractions, to the argument of the one you are reading, giving you time to use the correct, and proper response, the more we reflect on an issue, the clearer our response, and the less likely to be emotionally charged, of course is to the individual writer to take advantage of time, and reflection, but resuming, writing force the writer, and the reader to pay undivided attention.
Maybe is the INFJ in me that made of the idea that the writing word is invaluable.
And imagine what could have been the contribution of Stephen Hawkings, if we would rely only on his speech?
Disturbingly, also Montaigne also equates speech debates with fencing, and here is the core of our Western approach to solving problems!
In any case, be speech, or the writing word be our favorite, we may admire, and respect those who dazzle our intellect, but we only love, and remember those who touch our heart…
Which take to my posterior reflection, about the lack of sympathy I feel in regard for many members of the Western intelligentsia who embrace Buddhism, out of their idea that it conforms to our way of thinking, and therefore suits our intellectual proclivities, as the case with a very intelligent, and well inform friend of some years, but ignores the first thing about compassion!
Many years ago when young, and didn’t knew better I had the audacity of proclaiming myself a Jnani Yogi, just because it suited my intellectual temperament!
Alas! It was not until my heart was broken completely, that made realize that the intellect can just be a tool of our ego, and sometimes our worst enemy, since it has a tendency to justify our actions, regardless of how dastardly, inhumane, or just plain silly they may be, the intellect, reason, the mind, or whatever name you may choose to give it, has little, or nothing to do with real Spiritual work, it is all in the Heart.
Spirituality that is self prescribed, it is no different of a common sick person that with no knowledge of medicine auto-prescribes himself, the remedy can be worse than the sickness!
It is easy to fool ourselves, following a path we really don’t know nothing about it.
“The real work is in the Heart:
Wake up your Heart!
Because when the Heart is completely awake,
Then it needs no Friend.”
And Rumi said:
“Close down speech’s door
and open up the Heart’s window!
The Moon only will kiss you
through the window.
In the lane of Love a shout rose up:
‘A window has opened up in the house,
Here in the Heart, the intellect
must remain silent,
or will lead us astray.
For the Heart is with Him,
Indeed, the Heart is He.”