I've had teachers abundant that have refined me, changed, me, whittled me down to a sharp spear of precision, of strategic perfection; they taught me attitude, affect, character, tactic and technique- all boiling down to goal, their goals and my goals. Changing the world from up upon our mountain top. From our telescope view honoring our agenda, battering through the obstacles of LIVING, fixed upon our aim with red battle haze blocking out the rest. Who would have thought, after all these accomplishments, I'd love most the rare teachers that clubbed me incessantly and laughed the whole while. And from the puddle of chaos that was left, watched with me and saw what would emerge?
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