I have spent the last week reading and rereading § 4 of Schopenhauer’s The World as Will and Representation. With each pass I understand a little bit more. Sentences that were garbled (to my mind, at least) become more clear. New ones appear, in the sense that I hadn’t even recalled reading them–they were too incomprehensible for me to remember.
I am also starting to understand time, space and matter, in a way I never have. Perhaps it was there in Kant all along, but it was hidden to my eyes. It is less important to find the greatest thinkers than find the greatest teachers.
I can’t let age deceive me. I need to always be on the lookout for my betters. Which is another way to say, I love finding teachers. And thus, love teaching.