The kids begin to bombard the brown-robed monk with questions. You know, like Martin Luther King. Everybody followed him because he said he had a dream, and he thought he knew what his dream was and everybody followed him sort of wanting and hoping the dream was true. The children settle down and begin to practice meditating. Remember, people often had deceptive motives when they paid any attention to them.
Some classes are more chaotic than others, and some are smooth as silk.
Sometimes not having any words is better. The discoveries these kids are making about themselves is amazing. Our hope is that these discoveries will remain, and I think the silence has helped a lot. They don't get a lot of silence in this institution. Critics believe such notions are heartfelt but misguided.