It was one of those things women do about spiritual meaning, a seminar with speakers where husbands are invited— not exactly optional. A nunnery behind the Broadmoor? I asked my wife. And, indeed it looked much older, like it was here first. We drove around to the back of the Broadmoor in the shadow of Cheyanne Mountain with Cheyanne Mountain NORAD complex beneath. I was surprised by the guitar playing nun in full attire and by how good she played. The talks were soon forgotten, but the singing nun unforgettably quoted from a sign she had read on a kindergarten wall,
“Of all the things you learn here, learn these things the best. Don’t be mean to others and clean up your mess. All hands stick together Look before you cross the street. About the seed in the little cup, the roots grow down and the plant grows up.”
With the endless fragmentation of our Democracy, education seems our last strategic option including the spiritual morays of our culture. I can’t think of a better starting place than that little poem on the kindergarten wall.
Civilizations can prosper with a little diversity, so long as all hands stick together, leading to assimilation, but excessive diversity leads to an identity crisis, racism, victimization, survival of the fittest and cultural chaos. — The rise and fall of civilization may depend on something so simple as the imperatives in that little kindergarten sign.
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