Monday, December 2, 2013

Finals

Here we are again. Gray clouds nearly touch the tips of mountains capped with snow for a month now. The twilight between fall and winter is nearly over. Soon it will snow. Final papers ring our minds; the mountains ring our valley. Gray clouds cover both. We are trapped in a limbo, in between our efforts and our future grades. The clouds of unknowing fall, perhaps will always fall, over our little undergraduate minds. But sempere aude--dare to know! As much as we can. These are the times that try men's souls, but these are the best of times. Write what you know, they say. But still we must know more, and so we write in order to find out. Isn't that why we sit in libraries? Papers, exams, brought to earth, distilled out of the sun above the overhanging clouds. We will leave our valley into the light one day, although perhaps it is not this day. But we will get there, finally.

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