In school
we took ballet, we took workshops, we took contemporary dance classes. School was not a Church
like the air of our garden was. It was a parliament of happy faiths, a commonwealth of religious variety. In School each student was given the power of ‘the decision’, the power to choose what information they wanted to believe in. School taught exceptionalism.
But we did not believe in exceptionalism.
So we trained both outside and inside of school, faithfully observing both the personal private God of our garden exhaustions and the civic leviathan of our indoor studies.
It was when we committed to bringing our Faith into contact with our Education that we understood both the origin and purpose of something like civil disobedience.