Friends enter a dialog because they seek the truth. Our doubts and our question, our small truths and large ones are all forms of its drive toward clarity and truth. Through us, the universe questions itself and tries out various answers on itself in an effort parallel to our own - to decipher its own being. This as I reflect on it, is awesome. It assigns a role to man that was once reserved for the gods.
Dialogue is to love, what blood is to the body.
When the flow of blood stops, the body dies. When dialogue stops, love dies and resentment and hate are born. But dialogue can restore a dead relationship. When one admits that nothing is certain one must, I think, also add that somethings are more nearly certain than others. Politics is largely governed by sententious platitudes which are devoid of truth.