The evening is descending on Little Egypt. It warmed up to today. It is still August. I was on Campus today it was quiet like a church. I passed semi-large groups of young adults walking from their dormitories to explore their new town. They had the world by the tail. I look at the Campus buildings and remember the old man in every room, nook and cranny. He was not old then, but he is now.

Each day is new. We have never seen one like it before. We are like kittens who just opened their eyes.

Freshness is our goal. We spend a premium to obtain it. Different exciting and enlightening we seek. How do we understand a world without books? How can we feel with gloves on our hands? How can we see with a mask over our eyes?

Many mouths are taped. Debate is not heard in the Academy. We must have One Thought One Voice One Vision the Great Leader says.

The little girl cries by the side of the road. She is hungry but she looks for wisdom. Someone who has empathy someone who cares someone who has a plan…

Mother worries about the morning. No food in the house. Hungry kids and no help. Belittled at school and shunned in the town. No one has a job for such lowly people…

‘Strike her again,’ said the mob leader! ‘Do not listen to her cries of not being able to breathe…she is faking,’ he continued as spit gathered at the corners of his mouth!

‘Halt No More…dress her wounds and give her water and food,’ Wisdom said. ‘We are all just people with no special attributes…just people created by God,’ Wisdom continued.

‘They shall not hurt nor destroy in all my holy mountain: for the earth shall be full of the knowledge of the Lord as the waters cover the sea.’ Isaiah 11:9