For many years, playing rugby was a big part of my life. The physical battle was almost all, but in truth, the social joy was always greater. Through stitches, concussions, wins, and losses, I played with and against some lifelong friends. Beyond rugby, I have also been lucky to make a few close friends. On a wet Wednesday morning recently, I was on a plane to visit one in Washington. He is a man of letters and service, thought, and action; a voracious reader on an endless quest to find better answers to the biggest questions. Let’s call him Seneca. …

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