It took me a long time to admit my utopia had flaws. Everything cannot be equal. That does not mean I advocate for inequality but I notice more that all the trees don’t look the same. I thought it made more sense for everything to be equal. That seemed noble. Can one dispute the fairness of equality? But the facts are they don’t play the same – meaning everybody. They don’t dance the same, paint the same, write the same, play chess or cook the same. They have different senses of humour and hairdos. Talent and individuality are unique. Thought I could show anyone how to do whatever I know on piano. I like that line of thought, I still approach teaching with the onus on me reaching the student – but now I also reflect on the two way street. Every pairing has chemistry, some have instant insight, some move like a sloth on sedatives. When I was a teenager I had fun disputing politics with my dad. He was a member of the CCF when he was young, the socialist party 1930 – 1960. Later in life he did not have allegiance to one side which pissed me off. I thought the left superior, so why didn’t he? It was about equality, right? How could one dare view the world any different than that?