... because our days ebb & flow with the music of creativity then renewing quiet
When I was in high school, I had a math teacher who's appearance was quite unkempt. A mop of curly black hair which never seemed to be combed and a long mustache hanging over his top lip. And his shirts were always clean but noticeably never ironed. I suppose this the main reason so many students used to complain when they found out he was to be teaching us .. for four consecutive years in my case. Yet this teacher was clever and used to come up with the most interesting conversations in class. He'd prompt
I did used to think about those things. To this day I can still envisage a quote he put up on the board one morning early in the school year: