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He Must Trust, And He Must Have Faith. And So He Builds, Because What Is Building, And Rebuilding And Rebuilding Again, But An Act Of Faith?

I Grew Up North Of Chicago, Not Far From Where The Schwinn Bicycle Plant Used To Be, And Was Conscious Of The Fact That These Beautiful, Everlasting Bikes Were Made Just Down The Road.

My Mind, I Know, I Can Prove, Hovers On Hummingbird Wings. It Hovers And It Churns. And When It's Operating At Full Thrust, The Churning Does Not Stop. The Machines Do Not Rest, The Systems Rarely Cool. And While I Can Forget Anything Of Any Importance--this Is Why People Tell Me Secrets--my Mind Has An Uncanny Knack For Organization When It Comes To Pain. Nothing Tormenting Is Ever Lost, Never Even Diminished In Color Or Intensity Or Quality Of Sound.

The Key Thing Is, Even If You Only Have A Couple Of Hours A Month, Those Two Hours Shoulder-to-shoulder, Next To One Student, Concentrated Attention, Shining This Beam Of Light On Their Work, On Their Thoughts And Their Self-expression, Is Going To Be Absolutely Transformative, Because So Many Of The Students Have Not Had That Ever Before.

How Had This Happened? Everyone In The World Knew More Than Us, About Everything, And This I Hated Then Found Hugely Comforting.