A woman with whom I became friends had once told me that I brought out the gentleness in her. In fact, as I told her recently, because she reminded me of my own gentleness, all I did is provide a space in which she could be free to bring it out of herself.
In a sense that is how I see the teaching role, both in the classroom and through my writing. All I can do a provide a space for the other person to bring out what is in him or her, at least potentially. I can expose, provoke, challenge, but cannot force. In that sense teaching is like love - it is a gift freely given and then it is up to the recipient to do what if anything with it he may choose.
Yes, I am getting somewhat philosophical as I age. I think I am entitled.