Peoples

So, think of all the people in your semi-close sphere. That person who you've had a few conversations with in the hallway, or that waiter you've exchanged a few quaint chatty lines with. Just the minor characters in your life. Life has it that you are thrown into a random situation, say a log cabin in the middle of the woods, with just them. You both ended up hiking in the woods, bumped into each other, one of you owned a cabin and decided to invite the other one in. Would they talk to you of their beliefs in life? Would you realise that no matter who the other person was, there would always be a universal soul of man that would permeate between the two of you so as to pull you down to confessing how similar you both really are?
I wonder if it is a cultural thing. This, opening yourself up to near strangers, thing. I just can't imagine two Ukrainian people inviting a bare acquaintance over to their log cabins. Even though i'm sure quite a lot of them own log cabins. I have no idea what this rant is about.
But in any case I was thinking about random minor characters in my life and wondered if I asked them those heart drenching questions right now whether they would show their real selves. Their 0 AD fig leaf, goats milk, olive oil selves. The side of them layered with red-brown fabric and ox hide sandals. I wonder. No we did not all inhabit ancient Isreal or whatever it was called back then, but you know what I mean. We have something of that world bubbling away inside of our clay bodies. I remember it. I'd have to remember it, otherwise why would it feel so familiar?
Sometimes even when we know the answers to our most beloved secrets, being honest isn't all that bad, it just opens a wider scope of beloved truthes to look forward to.