I’ve returned to school. It seems to have grown with me. Perhaps it has something to do with the nature of the education that I’m engaging in, but all the same I find myself doing older things than the last time I went to school. In theory it might have something to do with the fact that the last time I started post-secondary education I was 18, but I think there’s also something to the task at hand.
One of my professors said something yesterday that stuck with me. He said, “There are some people who say there are no stupid questions…we know this is patently untrue. However, the stupid question is not asked from ignorance on grounds of seeking understanding. The stupid question is that which is asked to make oneself seem intelligent.” We then made an informal agreement as a class to avoid such questions.
Shortly thereafter I read a letter from Ignatius of Antioch that he wrote to Christians in Ephesus. The man was on his way to his eventual martyrdom in Rome. Whilst on the way to his death, the good bishop takes the time to write the words “I am only beginning to be a disciple…” One would think that on the way to martyrdom someone would write something to the opposite effect.
When I took pause to combine these two small moments into one I think I began to find a solid lesson/mantra for this new space, and probably for each day (which comes as a new space):
I am only beginning.