“Are we going to learn together — right now? Or are you going to recommend a bunch of books and tell me the words of dead people who don’t know me or you? Because I want to learn. I don’t like the graveyards or their ghost-people-things. We are newer! They don’t live here with us! They are like monsters in books. They eat everything and make it dead. I want to learn with you. Like this tree or the grass … or the Sun. Right now.”

— a child I heard complaining