Not all teachers are leaders.
But all leaders are teachers.
Let me lead you through a desert.
Here your mouth will turn dry
And your throat will learn to thirst for knowledge.
It will be knowledge unknown to us both.
Not all teachers are mothers.
But all mothers are teachers.
Let me carry you towards thirst
As you live in gluttony.
So that you may hunger no more
And you may rest, as your hands grow idle
May your mind and heart listen more deeply.
Then will you hear me say: I love you.
I love you enough to nurture your growth.
A growth towards the answers you seek
Hidden beneath the realistic fiction you preach
You will find a seed of truth
Covered in a kernel of meaning
Once that freedom has consumed the spaces you locked away
Your throat will shudder as you scream, I love you.
One way of looking which will be expanded greatly by our fellows over the years to come.
A novel experiment which combines narrative encoded in a mnemonic medium with economic incentives to see if we can solve the problem of funding public tools for transformative thought.