Journalism Can Never Be Silent: That Is

Home Is The Wallpaper Above The Bed, The Family Dinner Table, The Church Bells In The Morning, The Bruised Shins Of The Playground, The Small Fears That Come With Dusk, The Streets And Squares And Monuments And Shops That Constitute One's First Universe.

Everything Can Be Learned, Including, To A Very Large Extent, To Be What You Are Not. You Can Learn To Be Pretty If You Are Plain, Charming If You Are Dull, Thin If You Are Fat, Youthful If You Are Aging, How To Write Though You Are Inarticulate, How To Make Money Though You Are Not Good With Figures.

Nagging Questions Remain: Where Is The Line Between Making The Most Of One's Potential And Reaching For The Unattainable? Where Is The Line Between Education As A Tool And Education As A Kind Of Magic? The Line Is Blurred And That Is Why When Education Fails, Disillusionment Is So Bitter.

Journalism Can Never Be Silent: That Is Its Greatest Virtue And Its Greatest Fault. It Must Speak, And Speak Immediately, While The Echoes Of Wonder, The Claims Of Triumph And The Signs Of Horror Are Still In The Air.

Home Is One's Birthplace, Ratified By Memory.