One rainy evening, the forum hosted a live Q&A. Someone asked Mara, now a whisper of legend, how she handled the small violences of online instruction—impatience, sarcasm, the temptation to perform cleverness. Mara typed slowly: “You remember you were once there. You remember how it felt to be taught and to learn by trial. If you respect what broke, you’ll respect the person whose hands tried to fix it.”