In the beginning was the teacher. If the teacher were not nature itself, there would be no societies. Time would exist, but there would be no history. And in the realm of living sounds, one would hear the cry, the shouts, the slogans. But one would not hear or see the voice, the letters of writing, the agreements, and the dances.

Why? Simply because it is the teacher who transforms the brain of the animal into the mind of the human. The teacher ensures that each of our gazes does not remain a bovine stare, but becomes an open book to be read. The teacher processes the skin of our head and creates a face. The teacher's work is the essence of tanning. And ultimately, the teacher caresses and kneads our body and soul in such a way that from our deprivation, tears are distilled, and from our abundance, our laughter is harvested.