To Know How To Produce

There's Only A Space Between Now And Here To Get Yourself Nowhere.

No One Who Loves Life Can Ignore Literature, And No One Who Loves Literature Can Ignore Life.

Each Of Us Is Born With A Box Of Matches Inside Us But We Can't Strike Them All By Ourselves; Just As In The Experiment, We Need Oxygen And A Candle To Help. In This Case, The Oxygen, For Example, Would Come From The Breath Of The Person You Love; The Candle Could Be Any Kind Of Food, Music, Caress, Word, Or Sound That Engenders The Explosion That Lights One Of The Matches.

Once Again She Would Arrive At A Foreign Place. Once Again Be The Newcomer, An Outsider, The One Who Did Not Belong. She Knew From Experience That She Would Quickly Have To Ingratiate Herself With Her New Masters To Avoid Being Rejected Or, In More Dire Cases, Punished. Then There Would Be The Phase Where She Would Have To Sharpen Her Senses In Order To See And Hear As Acutely As Possible So That She Could Assimilate Quickly All The New Customs And The Words Most Frequently Used By The Group She Was To Become A Part Of--so That Finally, She Would Be Judged On Her Own Merits.

As A Teacher I Realize That What One Learns In School Doesn't Serve For Very Much At All, That The Only Thing One Can Really Learn Is Self Understanding And This Is Something That Can't Be Taught.