When they open it, they will experience joy, the thrill of discovery; they will share in the experience and the feeling, and that is a gift. They are young, and their eyes still see true things. I know it won't always be easy, but nothing worth doing is ever easy. The shock will reset their brains, clue them into the reality of what it means to be a thinking animal. Not trussed up in suits and ties and power lunches, but real life, the kind that cuts to the marrow.
This is a gift. I am the pied piper.
If they could only see the whole thing. Maybe there is an aspect of recruitment in this. Surely, there is some ego, but I am comfortable never getting my due recognition. It is enough that someone witness a piece of the majesty. It is enough that someone hear the symphony, turn the pages. True art is timeless, and never supportive of the artist.
Sharp mind, sharp blade. Dull minds deserve slaughter. I suppose in many ways I am my father's daughter.
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