Look beyond your tasseled capsAnd you will see injustice.At the end of your fingertipsYou will find cruelties,Irrational hate, bedrock sorrowAnd terrifying loneliness.There is your work.

Now they seemed not ready to give up the old school, the familiar paths and classrooms.

My name had lost its ring of familiarity and I had to be nudged to go and receive my diploma.

I encourage you to live with life. Be courageous, adventurous. Give us a tomorrow, more than we deserve.

The horizon leans forward, offering you space to place new steps of change.