My fourth grade teacher Ms. McClannahan brought into our classroom a 45rpm single of Lennon's Imagine, put it on a tinny school turntable (remember those?) and asked us to "reflect". It was that golden time in American education when schools were not air conditioned nor overly wrought with public school parents' concerns about Compassion In Schools.
Imagine all the people. ALL the people. What a severe, violent idea. All of us?
That was my first taste of all. ALL.
Oh: She didn't ask us to speak, write, dance, or perform about it, just so "reflect".
And I have eversense.