Kurt Vonnegut said “The practice of art isn’t to make a living. It’s to make your soul grow.”
I risk a paraphrase of that magnificent quotation…
The practice of Learning isn’t to make a living. It’s to make your soul grow.
Inside every human child there is a secret place… hidden… unknown… instilled with a magnificence we cannot fathom…
A place as deep as any ocean… as individual as each child’s DNA… In fact, I postulate this place holds each child’s personal intellectual genetic compass… a pathway that is only found through following the desires of that child’s intellectual heart…
It is a place not often found… a place found only by the most blessed of people who were reared in an environment that encouraged that mad pursuit of intellectual independence toward what a “particular” child was created to do… not educated, but cultivated… placed in sacred soil where the child was allowed to grow toward who he “is”… for those who never find that special gift become those who live incomplete lives and who come to say in their old age those most tragic words… “If only”…
It is a place all but never found… for the soil in which we place most children today is not sacred… rather it is an artificial soil intended to grow discrete skills, uniformity, conformity, and the intellectual joining with the mass of humanity… humanity defined by the industrial definition of what it is to be human…
They all must read… but they will read…
They all must calculate numbers… but they will calculate…
They all must write… but they all will write…
They all must understand what they need to endure in the world… but they will endure…
and they will learn all those things through the search for that hidden place… the sacred gift that each child is given… what they were made to be…
These blessed children live in a world not defined by an expert’s definition of what a “graduate looks like”… No, they live in a world dedicated to letting them find the hidden place within their being by following their joy… by following that strong compass bearing holding true in their soul… by following their innate fascination with the creations miraculous paths…
They are the ones who walk the paths reading the compass of their heart… indeed that is the nature of those who found their genius… those who did not find that hidden place look at those who did find it and marvel… and feel the saddest intuition… did I not have something like that in me…
When we look at such a person we are looking at pure joy… we are looking at a being following the light for which they were created… the musician who plays miraculously… the doctor who heals with hands that seem dipped in sacred waters… the teacher who can reach into a child to help them find their hidden gift… the shuttle pilot who rides the thunder into the vastness of space… the carpenter who builds a house to stand the centuries… the cook who creates wonder from the gifts of the Earth… the physicist who listens to the music of the spheres… the machinist who works the elementals into shapes that allow the engines of our world to generate untold power in silence… the pastor who can communicate the eternal or quiet a grieving heart…
All these and millions more gifts are in as many children… But so few ever find that hidden place within their soul… so few…
So what must we as a civilization do?
We must remove the bindings of artificiality in what we allow children to learn…
We must renew our faith in art… music… great literature… true science…
We must renew our faith in play…for play is the foundation of creativity…
We must learn to trust that true compass within ourselves that always points to the joy… for as surely as we try to follow another’s compass or definition of learning we crush the joy…
We must give up our belief that there is “One” body of knowledge needed by every child…
We must not confine our thinking about learning to the small and mundane, but rather turn our thoughts to the greatness that could be… in every child… for in every honest and good path there is greatness…
We must trust our civilization to the miracle of the genius that created every child… we must allow ourselves to cultivate every growing child in such a way that they search, honestly search, for their hidden place… their hidden gifts… who they are supposed to be…
We must believe that we were given our minds to develop…
We must believe above all else that we do feel the tug of the compass within ourselves…
We must believe that if we follow that tug, that arterial tide within ourselves we will find our genius…
We will know when we have found our hidden place because it will be as if we have a powerful wind at our backs… those who have found their hidden place are the ones we call brilliant… the ones we call genius… the ones who inspire us…
Should we fail in this we will see no more Galileo’s, no more Bach’s, no more Debakey’s, no more Einstein’s… and we are failing…
We are failing because we have believed a lie… we have believed that every child must be measured, cut from the same dull cloth, labeled with any of the hundreds of ways we try to categorize and limit human beings… We have believed that every child must learn the same things and be measured in the same way… and match the image of “what a graduate should look like”.
We have believed the false premise that a human child can be manufactured through our well-meaning programs and curricula. We have believed that the fact that we all share DNA makes us like every other…
We have to learn that our DNA, the very thing that defines us all as human, makes us all as humanly different as stars in different galaxies… for that is what DNA is… it is an individual program… none like another…
No human child is created like any other…when we found that DNA is a living program we took it to mean uniformity of universal intent when it means exactly the opposite… universal uniqueness…
This is why there is a dawning in some hearts lighting the way to another path, an independent brook away from the stream of humanity flowing into a sea of conformity… into the religion of similarity, of artificial counting of bits of knowledge, of sameness….
Those are the hearts that beat independently, the do answer to another rhythm, another music of the spheres…..
The saddest truth is this; we will not see another Galileo, another Bach, another Debakey, another strange walker in time unless we have the courage to rebuild that which we call learning…. in our attempts to create uniformity in learning we will block the next stage in our development as human beings…. as a species specially created by God… each of us with a distinct purpose… each with an inborn joy that is lost to most of us by the time we are teenagers… the result being all the particular problems that do overtake our children because we are trying to actually create a uniform human being… as uniform as the length of each grass blade in a suburban lawn.
We must adopt a practice of learning that is only intent on finding that hidden place, a practice of learning that is independent, that results in the cultivation of the seed that is within every individually created child.