Book I continues in Marcus’ exercise in gratitude, specifically of teachers and mentors. The thing which stuck out at me for this section is that these teachers are in the past, but they appear to be quite a ways in the past, rather than just a year or even five ago at the time of the writing.
It’s been my experience that I didn’t fully recognize the teachers who made a lasting impression until much later. The same is true for family members. The formative effect of my grandfather wasn’t apparent to me until I saw his words, thoughts, and actions as things of myself as well.
The seeds of the people we become are planted deep and early, and it seems only when the bows have grown heartily that the core nature of it visible.
I mentioned to my wife recently that it seemed a great loss that she never got to meet my grandfather. My mother overheard this and said, “Kevin makes sense if you knew my Dad.” This caught me by surprise, for as this relationship has become apparent to me, I was unaware that it was apparent to others. Which is rather silly, in retrospect.
I wonder if Marcus had similar experiences, looking back on a life lived, and seeing the landmarks only afterwards, the people and beliefs which guided him to where he now stood? I think that this must be the case when I re-read Book I.