Home Is One's Birthplace, Ratified

Home Is One's Birthplace, Ratified By Memory.

Journalism Can Never Be Silent: That Is Its Greatest Virtue And Its Greatest Fault.

Home Is The Wallpaper Above The Bed, The Family Dinner Table, The Church Bells In The Morning, The Bruised Shins Of The Playground, The Small Fears That Come With Dusk, The Streets And Squares And Monuments And Shops That Constitute One's First Universe.

Nagging Questions Remain: Where Is The Line Between Making The Most Of One's Potential And Reaching For The Unattainable? Where Is The Line Between Education As A Tool And Education As A Kind Of Magic? The Line Is Blurred And That Is Why When Education Fails, Disillusionment Is So Bitter.

Journalism Can Never Be Silent: That Is Its Greatest Virtue And Its Greatest Fault. It Must Speak, And Speak Immediately, While The Echoes Of Wonder, The Claims Of Triumph And The Signs Of Horror Are Still In The Air.