Politics and society shape us. In some form. In a way, whether we like it or not we are all slaves of society. So we sit in secure confines and talk of the rights, wrongs, of what could have been.
When four men get together in a room and the discussion of the “ulta” shave (and double, triple blades) has reached its maturity, the only thing remains to talk about is what affects us – the big picture which invariably seems to determine our small lives.
It is extremely difficult to get four men under one roof (logistically) and get them to talk about one thing. Even more difficult is for them to get to agree about a certain thing. But, then, that is what gets men together. Over jokes and innuendoes that are within the confines of the law (of those that they choose). Armchair as they may seem to a common observer, these conversation are a release of all accumulated knowledge and experience that they have.
Conversation, in whatever form it occurs is important in the sense that it challenges the person in front of you to think harder. This should be true of any conversation. It is especially true when four smart guys get together.
I may not be alive to learn the political-generic language of tomorrow – but it doesn’t matter. At least four people, spoke well and spent great time along a river-side flat with a friend.
An evening that was spent by all four pretty much glued to one place is an indication of something that is un-permanently permanent.
We live in difficult times. Laws, rules, conventions guide us more than our instinct. The ray of hope, is just – being with friends. And thank God(?) for that.