![]() ![]() We read the New York Times, we aren’t content to sip mediocre coffee, we use words like axiom, juxtapose… we prefer a bicycle or a nice hybrid to some old gas guzzler… Loud big truck, we don’t want that, we want refined, subtle, elegance, dwell magazine, clever solutions, not fast loud obnoxious macho, classy sleek minimalist considered intelligent, because the last thing we want is a dick measuring contest. The people in this room right now, the solution is us, the problem is greedy corporations, the people driving the future of tomorrow. That same sense of childlike play and innosense, questioning, Passion, is what I feel in this room right now. In the end, the whole class applauded a wrong that had been made right. He tried to defend, but the student had logic on his side. The professor was taken aback, aghast at the idea of his very pupil rising against him. He explained his reasoning and why the professor was wrong. But then, when all seemed lost, out of nowhere, a student rose up out of his seat and challenged the professor. He preached to the class, insulting their intelligence. A topic where he was very adamant about his beliefs beliefs he seeked to impose upon others with ruthless carte blanche. But he wasn’t just speaking he was speaking about a topic. The story goes like this: one day, in a normal college, *Chuckle* after all the freshmen lazily wandered in late, the professor began his lecture by speaking. It’s a story about higher education - a parable, if you will - it was the same story told to me during my commencement speech, and one I will never forget. I would like to start off this talk with a personal story that is very important to me. It’s the machine that keep this world turning. ![]()
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