Where do I find THAT level of conversation?

There is a movie that you’ve probably not heard of that I can watch over and over again without tiring of it.
The Man from Earth, a mostly overlooked independent film from 2007 made on a shoestring budget rivets me to the screen. It takes place entirely inside a tiny house and in it’s yard.

The premise of the story is that the protagonist, John, is a Cro-Magnon cave man, now some 14,000 years old.  He never ages, gets seriously sick, or dies.  The story weaves in an out of a single afternoon where he reveals this fact to a group of friends as he prepares to leave town before people start to notice he doesn’t age. He’s clearly been close to this group of friends and this afternoon is the first time in his long life where he’s found a group of people he trusts enough to try telling them his crazy truth.

The part of the story that is truly captivating to me isn’t so much the ideas explored as it is the manner at which his friends engage in the conversation about it with him.  Some of them are very open to the ideas, and some find some of his ideas sacrilegious.

What’s remarkable is that they all stay for the conversation.  They probe him, they listen.

Having this kind of conversation is what really blows my hair back.  It’s one of my reasons for doing Evadot.

What blows your hair back?

3 thoughts on “Where do I find THAT level of conversation?

  1. Wind blows my hair back.
    When I sit down for conversations and they get heated, and my heart beats faster, and my hands sweat and my point of view is threatened or whatever yet I still stay and LISTEN (not just wait to talk). Those moments blow my hair back. They take me apart and put me back together different. My world view may be the same, but the lens I see it through is inevitably changed.
    Challenge blows my hair back.


  2. Jess pointed out that I should clarify my comment.
    There are few people I trust and love enough to argue with and walk away feeling no ill will. Those conversations (2 come to mind: One in my living room with some friends and another in David Holt’s living room with other friends…now that I think of these, I remember another good one outside of Randolph Hall several years ago).
    Those blow my hair back.


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