I WILL NOT NAME ALL the teachers. Some do not want to be named, and some remain nameless. Others would not call me a student because we were standing apart from each other, or we were friends, or both—yet, they taught me. Those stern and unforgiving teachers were the toughest and were the ones from whom I probably learned the most. Some teachers are places, are oceans and mountains. Some are insects crawling the earth or flying. I am still learning. It is never ending, this inner search for knowledge.
