The Syllabus: He arrived at school that day eager to teach his students the meaning of logos, not the Gospel Word, but the Heraclitean River in which no man can step twice -- or was it once? Whatever. He was blooming like a rose and was about to explain it all when he noticed he had in fact no students. Was it a holiday? He couldn’t remember. He then noticed a hammer on his desk and several 12-inch nails. Before he could think, he was running, though others would call it falling. The students arrived on schedule and found him lying on the floor like yesterday’s news, his eyes bugged out, mumbling over and over “All is lost.” When he recovered, he returned to teaching, but this time he stuck to the syllabus.