If someone reached what seemed a truth, a word he thought should be spoken because it seemed important; and if, having said it to a thousand people, he found most did not listen and of those who did many did not understand, while others smiled and greed then forgot or chose not to act, it still would have been true. Still worth the effort, still worth risking the rejection or indifference.
If only one person really listens, and even if no one does, there is meaning. Truth has value in itself, a value beyond foolish smiles and nodding, or wagging, heads. It is something that simply has to be. A word must be said since saying gives it life. It is what Jesus knew about the truth he thought he'd reached. He recognized a debt to what he had come to, and without paying it, without risking the speaking of what he believed, he would not have been himself. I think we owe similar debts, but maybe fear paying them.
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