My father always taught by telling stories about his experiences. His lessons were about morality and art and what insects and birds and human beings had in common. He told me what it meant to be a man and to be a Black man. He taught me about love and responsibility about beauty and how to make gumbo.
But when the work was finished the Craftsman kept wishing that there were someone to ponder the plan of so great a work to love its beauty and to wonder at its vastness.
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There is no spot of ground however arid bare or ugly that cannot be tamed into such a state as may give an impression of beauty and delight.
