| Jack: |
I've had a few 'garbage truck' teachers. |
| Ella: |
Same here. I can relate to this poem. |
| Shu: |
Hey - there's a bit of garbage in all of us. |
| Juanita: |
It's not just about teaching: I think when we get too mechanical about anything instead of noticing what's really going on, we become 'garbage trucks'. |
| Jack: |
Good metaphor. I certainly carry a lot of garbage around in my head. |
| Shu: |
So how do you empty it? |
| Jack:
| Huh? Beets me! Sometimes I get drunk. Other times a good orgasm seems to help. Most of the junk I carry around with us
is never really eliminated, just temporarily reprocessed.
I carry an awful lot of trash around in my head, just like Prof. Wuzzy. |
| Shu:
| That's why is good to watch young children: often they are cleaner. Most of adults are psychic garbage trucks.
Crap from many years floats through their heads. And sometimes you can almost smell their thoughts. Generally, they stink. |