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Just saw the rabbi in the hall. "The good news is, he changes with the wind," the rabbi said. "Let's be the wind."

At this moment, all over the world—and most recently in America—the conductors standing in front of this human orchestra have only the meanest and most banal melodies in mind. Here in Germany you will remember these martial songs; they are not a very distant memory. But there is no place on earth where they have not been played at one time or another. Those of us who remember, too, a finer music must try now to play it, and encourage others, if we can, to sing along.

A society might work like a potluck supper, where everyone contributes and everyone receives, and where a diversity of offerings is essential. In such a world there would be no one who could not contribute their work and care, and no one who could not count on receiving nourishment and friendship. I hold this vision with firm confidence.

A group of specialists watch the blackboard, looking for an opportunity to apply their expertise to the developing solution. When someone writes on the blackboard something that allows another specialist to apply her expertise, the second specialist records her contribution on the blackboard, hopefully enabling other specialists to then apply their expertise. This process of adding contributions to the blackboard continues until the problem has been solved.