The only set topic that I can now remember (because there was always a set topic and it was always a worthy and elevated one) was Martin Buber’s homely maxim that “True Living Lies in Meeting.” (How was I to know that this pious old hypocrite, the author of I and Thou, had after 1948 moved into the Jerusalem house from which the family of my one-day-to-be friend Edward Said had been evicted?)
I recall years ago the hullabaloo about Buber's book cited here. But in the end, it's actions that speak the truth about a person, not pious or any other form of verbiage.
