The cleaving in Dickinson's mind, and the role of a teacher

I wrote earlier this week about the cleaving in Emily Dickenson&rsquo;s mind and followed that up with a rant about my frustration with end notes . For some reason, as I was thinking about both of those posts this morning I quite suddenly remembered a brief conversation I had with my favorite philosophy teacher . Joe (the philosophy professor) was one of the most intelligent people I ever spent…