How can you teach someone to be moved by literature?
How can you teach the feeling of transcending time and space as you echo the words Thoreau wrote in a cabin in the woods over one hundred years ago?
“Simplify, simplify, simplify…”
How can you teach the power of words?
How can you teach someone to hear the symphony of poets, bearing their souls in just a few lines?
“Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space,
Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking…”
How can you teach the experience of reliving history and wondering what could have been, had the answers to the questions changed?
“Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery?”
How can you teach someone the value of the ideas they scribbled on a piece of lined paper and then abandoned, crumpled in the trash?
How can you teach someone to be fearful of mediocrity, when they don’t even know what “mediocrity” means?
How can you teach someone to want to work hard?
How can you teach that learning is a privilege?
How can you teach,
but by learning yourself?