Several days ago, I read a line that just nailed me.
Growing up, writes Fr. Richard Rohr, is “not about being privately correct; it’s about being fully connected.”
Pema Chödrön, in “The Journey Goes Down, Not Up,” makes the point even more clearly: the problem with the metaphor of climbing a mountain to enlightenment, she says, is that even if it were possible to achieve private transcendence, “[others’] suffering continues, unrelieved by our personal escape.”
It’s good to be correct, and of course it feels better to be correct than not.
But is being correct by yourself much good to anyone in the end?