Monday, February 24, 2003

Here's to knowing the delerious joys of life. I had an unparalleled moment falling in love with the landscape of a cut up strawberry at shabbat lunch last week.
This is why I want to be a teacher. No one should be able to wake up in the morning and not be overcome with awe. I want people to lose themselves in fruit salads. Shiver at the movement of their index finger. To cry at the sight of tree branches. Who proclaimed academia the great demystifier and deadener? Explanations don't kill miracles. From explanations miracles are born.