I was reading the Bard MAT magazine Field Notes. In Fall 2005 edition, there was an article about the first graduating class. One of the history teachers wanted to show the importance of education and the humanities especially, to the process of becoming human. It illustrate this important function she read the following message:
I am a survivor of a concentration camp.
My eyes saw what no man should witness.
Gas chambers built by learned engineers.
Children poisoned by educated physicians.
Infants killed by trained nurses.
Women and babies shot and burned by high school and college graduates.
So I am suspicious of education.
My request is: Help your students become human. Your efforts
must never produce learned monsters, skilled psychopaths, educated Eichmanns.
Reading, writing, arithmetic are important only if they serve to
make our children more human.
I am drawn to Asian philosophy for I fear the evils of the self. I have never really felt like a self, although - as a friend made clear, I do have self tendancies like every other person. In my favorite life moments, I feel continuous with humanity, nature, and universe. Jarod HM as ego seems to disappear, and I begin to taste the universal oneness - that the Buddha relates to Nirvanna. I feel sometimes that I am on the edge of boddashiva (I don't think that is spelled right). I want to begin to carry others to this experience, but I'm not completely transformed. I am still searching for Rumi - my hero in the world of mystical transformation. I want to feel the joy and sorrow of Dante's pilgrim in The Divine Comedy when he is in the presence of the Divine. I want to transcend, but where is the door?