Yes, I want to know who the teachers you revere are. But what I really want to know is this. Where do you go to have your ideas blown apart? Who tears down the delusions you have so lovingly assembled in the image of the holy, the divine, the masterful, or the wise? Who reprimands you so severely that you, in tasting the tang of death, release the bonds you have taken on as if they were the noble robes of learning. Yes, I want to know who you sharpen your mind with and against. I want to know the one you love who almost never agrees with you at the outset.