I have to talk 3.5 hours in a block twice a week while teaching. I'd much rather spend some of that time listening to my students, but it's rather difficult to cajole them into conversation in a required course that most of them prejudicially despise: Quantitative Reasoning (Statistics). So. like Chogyam Trungpa Rinpoche, with his philosophy of meditation in action, I attempt listening while talking. In the most shallow form, one only hears oneself talking. A little deeper, the silence surrounding one's words. Yet deeper, one's own soul simultaneously whispering, sometimes with mysterious intent. Beyond that, a communion of whispers from parallel realms. Then occasionally a psychic scream...from where? for whom? ...all as the transmission of knowledge proceeds unmitigated.