The title of this post comes from Wittgenstein’s work the Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus. It appears at the very end when Wittgenstein says that there is much about life that is beyond the power of language to convey. I was reminded of this when we went to our first school in Siguatepeque. It seems that Honduras and Texas are experiencing heavy rains and flooding. We couldn’t get to our school in the mountains near Tegucigalpa because of washed out roads so we set up shop at the Zari Hotel in Siguatepeque and visited a special needs school nearby. Most of the students there were deaf ,which was initially a bit disconcerting. We were already laboring under language difficulties because of our basic Spanish. This seemed to complicate matters even more. I couldn’t have been more mistaken. The teachers at the school translated our lessons into sign language, moving around the classroom facilitating interactions with the children in an unobtrusive and effortless manner. Sign language is full of passion and beauty. Being an Italian, I talk with my hands, but their communication was of a higher order. The yearning to make contact with another human being radiated from their fingers. The register of emotions on their faces, the light in their eyes, the intensity of their gazes were more expressive and full of intent that any words might have conveyed. I suddenly realized that Wittgenstein may have been wrong about silence. Here silence was full of wonder and love. I can’t quite explain it but we all felt bathed in love. It seemed as if the students were surprised and gratified that we had come, that we had thought of them. When we started to move among them, to direct them to interesting applications, they reached out to touch us. Their touch was electric, totally vulnerable and trusting. Their enjoyment of the games and music on the XOs was just as innocent and heartfelt as everything else they did. Surely this is what Jesus meant when he said that only those who can become as children can enter the kingdom of God. Once again we came to teach, but it is we who are taught. I’m sure that I was not the only one moved by this special atmosphere. At first Casey and Mimi were a bit reserved, looking on and themselves the center of much interest. Yet very soon they too threw themselves into the experience, laughing and sharing; their eyes just as bright as those of the students. What a beginning!!!