These are the inhalations~exhalations of one atelierista engaged in a daily turn about, an ongoing conversation, a line of flight that casts pebbles into ripples and tacks between the lived events of reggio emilia's pedagogy of listening as a world view of communities in collaboration whenever certainties are questioned and a way of becoming-allthings deleuzoguattarian through the visible trace of this expression. Without listening, one cannot let go.
"I do not know what I may appear
to the world; but to myself I appear
to have been but a little boy, playing
on the sea-shore, and diverting myself,
in now and then finding a smooth pebble
or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst
the great ocean of truth lay all
undiscovered before me."
(Sir Isaac Newton)
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