Real World, Truckee Edition.
Remember the conversation I had with the Princess Irulan?
When we she told me the truth of power?
She had said, " He who submits, rules".
That girl is wise beyond her years.
Power is a terrible thing,
and only a total fool would want anything to do with it.
Power is the ability, the right and the duty,
to say who stays,
and who goes.
I come from a school that holds, at the very root of all it's teachings,
the ultimate goal, that we all participate, we all learn, and we all progress.
The notion of kicking someone off the island is an affront to the highest principals
to which we have devoted our lives.
Other schools have responded to this dilemma,
with the obvious and undeniable fact,
that some students just are not ready for the required curriculum.
And that the only option is to leave them in the stew
until the indiscriminate whims of a harsh and beautiful world,
have scarred and molded them into something workable.
At which time they would be welcome to return.
Consider Yoda...
"too impatient, this one is...
to rash,
complete the teaching, he will not..."
Of course, Yoda was right...
But the options were few...
times were dark and troubled.
One could not afford to abandon any opportunity.
And anyone who knocks at your door, is an opportunity.
For what?
There are only three types of relationships among humans.
Allies, enemies, and a third category with the lengthy heading of
the indifferent, undecided, uninformed, miss informed, or not yet ready to respond.
There are some folks who straddle the boarder between the first and the third categories.
This is a delicate stage with lots of bouncing about and roller coaster rides... and uncertainty.
And always the possibility that a miss step could send the undecided, into the enemy camp.
To everyones detriment.
Irulan knows this. And so do I.
And this is why we find this life so difficult.
Summing up is usually the most fun part of writing this stuff.
It gives the reader a punch, and a hook, and something to take home.
But I don't have to do that here.
Or, maybe I don't think I need to.
And we all know I don't want to.
Remember the conversation I had with the Princess Irulan?
When we she told me the truth of power?
She had said, " He who submits, rules".
That girl is wise beyond her years.
Power is a terrible thing,
and only a total fool would want anything to do with it.
Power is the ability, the right and the duty,
to say who stays,
and who goes.
I come from a school that holds, at the very root of all it's teachings,
the ultimate goal, that we all participate, we all learn, and we all progress.
The notion of kicking someone off the island is an affront to the highest principals
to which we have devoted our lives.
Other schools have responded to this dilemma,
with the obvious and undeniable fact,
that some students just are not ready for the required curriculum.
And that the only option is to leave them in the stew
until the indiscriminate whims of a harsh and beautiful world,
have scarred and molded them into something workable.
At which time they would be welcome to return.
Consider Yoda...
"too impatient, this one is...
to rash,
complete the teaching, he will not..."
Of course, Yoda was right...
But the options were few...
times were dark and troubled.
One could not afford to abandon any opportunity.
And anyone who knocks at your door, is an opportunity.
For what?
There are only three types of relationships among humans.
Allies, enemies, and a third category with the lengthy heading of
the indifferent, undecided, uninformed, miss informed, or not yet ready to respond.
There are some folks who straddle the boarder between the first and the third categories.
This is a delicate stage with lots of bouncing about and roller coaster rides... and uncertainty.
And always the possibility that a miss step could send the undecided, into the enemy camp.
To everyones detriment.
Irulan knows this. And so do I.
And this is why we find this life so difficult.
Summing up is usually the most fun part of writing this stuff.
It gives the reader a punch, and a hook, and something to take home.
But I don't have to do that here.
Or, maybe I don't think I need to.
And we all know I don't want to.
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