Look into their eyes. Eager, wanting to know. Wanting to know what they got themselves into. Fresh faces, years before the first wrinkle. Blank slates hanging on our every word. Each time, a clean slate pregnant with potential. Each time, A new opportunity. Each time, we let them down. We let them down by filling them up with our superstitions, our fears, our prejudice, our ignorance. Each time, we hand them to the future shackled, blinded. Each time we must do better. Humanities future depends on it.