The blind child sits quite still beneath a hornet nest. He hears them unzip the air. Black and white and fast—oh so fast. He loves them. He knows that once inside they’ll fold their wings. He loves knowing this. And he knows that so long as he doesn’t move they’ll pursue their errands, emitting radio static.
He already knows, at five, there’s an excellence to what later he will come to call the mind.
I never underestimate that kid. In turn, I refuse to underestimate anyone’s child.
Paolo Freire: “Education either functions as an instrument which is used to facilitate integration of the younger generation into the logic of the present system and bring about conformity or it becomes the practice of freedom, the means by which men and women deal critically and creatively with reality and discover how to participate in the transformation of their world.”
Funny to think of hornets as my little professors.
Planet of the Blind 