We learned today that Cotton Mukhartj died this week.
An excellent student, but more; a loving human being.
Always smiling, happy, eyes dancing and sparkling. His
being was warm, his joy infectious. There was so much
to learn from him about living. Far from his home in India,
gracious, thankful, caring for everything and for everyone.
Every time we lose such a student, a teacher to be, we lose
a warrior in the eternal battle against ignorance and darkness.
Cotton knew that the veil of knowledge that separates chaos
from civilization, that raises one above their beginnings is fragile,
always needful of nurturing and care. So, Cotton lived a prayer:
that all of us might keep learning. Bless you Cotton, we will.