|A young horseshoe crab, not a praying mantis, but still...|
There's more to this thing we call life than language can allow. Watch a mantis awhile, and the next thing you know, you'll be questioning everything.
Which may be the point of education, at least education that matters.
You will die someday. That is something worth remembering every morning, but not worth worrying about (too much), because there is not a whole lot of things you can do about it.
But you can do this much. You can live.
|A blue crab's hand held by my own.|
If you're like most of us, you won't even be kind enough to leave your carcass for others to feast upon. You'll either have your cold shell pumped full of formaldehyde, or you'll revert your complex organic compounds to water and carbon dioxide in a furnace hotter than you now alive brain can imagine.
So you may as well contribute something to the common good now.
What do you want?
If you do not know, why are you teaching?
If you do know, why aren't you fighting for it as though your life depended on it?
|A handful of quahogs raked up by me--they bring me joy.|
I just started teaching again, as I have for a few Septembers now. I used to practice medicine. In a few years, I may be doing something else, so long as my health holds.
Whatever I am doing, though, I'm doing it because I want to, because I know what I want. So long as the tide rises and washes over the quahogs I enjoy so much, in a dance so ancient and mysterious I cannot hope to understand, and know I cannot understand, I am happy.
Sometimes I think the most valuable thing I offer my lambs is an adult human who is happy.