An opening. A widening. An open grove of speech: that what we sought to find in teaching. Where we stood before the sky.
Blessed moments. Happiness in speech. Small utopias, where speech wandered into truth. Where our lectures received light from above.
Moments of calm in our teaching. Of stillness spreading around us. When we achieved a kind of simplicity. A limpidity. When we laid everything out, in a series of declarative sentences. Anaphorically. In a wisdom of despair – achieved despair.
The way speech stood up. Stretched itself upwards. In its plainless. In spoken simplicity. Without technical terms. Without terms of the art. Without jargon.
Work in Progress 