experience supporting me instead of pulling me under to drown. My fear was gone, dissolved by a powerful upwelling of inner strength. I had won peace. Later I learned that such peace is lost and must be won again and again. But the power, itself, seemed to be available wherever I earnestly and patiently sought it.
When an instructor in English at Purdue University, my class of budding engineers thought literature a waste of time and wanted to know how Emerson, for example, could help them become better electrical engineers. So I asked them about electricity, and after we had probed it together, a student said, “After all, we can report what electricity does, but we don’t really know what it is.” On that common