Bucky, my father, Buckminster Fuller, was a great teacher and I think I was probably one of his first students. Whatever he was working on was of powerful, and central, concern for him. He did much of his work at home. As my own perambulations brought me into his sphere of focus, he was always excited to attempt to share with me what it was he was doing and how he was doing it, no matter what my age. In later years he talked much about the young mind. He felt that the child has complete capabilities of understanding even the most challenging concepts, that it is only the difference in actual and direct experience that creates the gap to full understanding. The following is a little taste of what he shared with me...[+]