Whichever angels guide us toward wakefulness, we must be prepared to do our part. Our immediate labor is to ready the ground in ourselves so that the seeds of truth, spoken by teacher, spouse, or stranger, may find fertile soil in which to grow. It is worth pondering what we owe our teachers. The paths we follow are numerous for we come in many guises. Understanding cannot be handed over from teacher to student like a sackful of grain.
Real understanding is the child of knowledge and being.