One of the two had stayed a seeker all his life. Every grain of certainty that he'd managed to come upon, with pain and struggle, was brought back and tested against the basic situations of his life, which were also those of all our lives, to see what light, if any it could shed on them. This was done lovingly and with tremendous respect for detail, there was a genuinely humble loyalty to what you might call the biblical situation of man, and this made his utterances both beautiful and very often profound even to the point of prophetic. The other had ventured much further, had gone far beyond the bounds of every situation in which he'd found himself, had experienced unutterably expanded realities, had explored the very core of phenomena and of the ultimate context of all phenomena. He'd burned up the seeker within himself and had become the world in which he continued to dwell. He spoke volumes trying to share all the answers that he'd found, all the beyonds, and yet his utterances seemed flat and stale. He described awe but never conveyed it, and left the near world untransformed. He was prophetic at times too, but his prophecies yielded no conviction. He seemed to have remained a boy, while the other had become a man, and yet you felt that he knew something while the other knew nothing. It is good to have the honesty to know you know nothing, but you also need the courage to dare to know and to go wherever this will take you.