I spent the whole evening yesterday with one of my best friends. Catching up on the wonder years, telling tales to anyone who would listen about how he used to use his baby neices to attract the women in his street and about how I used to propose, down on one knee and all, to my lecturers, both male and female. I met happy people. I met two adorable couples, with two adorable kids. Each. I felt so warm and fuzzy deep down, that it almost made me cry. Everyone was great, the university is doing great. I might have started the ball rolling in a wierd way as far as my interactions with my alma mater go, but its rolling none the less. In all, a nice day. A productive day.
Victorious Roman emperors along with their generals, on their march into Rome, were greeted by festivites of magnificient grandeur. There would be dancers by the thousands, exotic animals from the vanquished lands, defeated enemies brought back as slaves surrounded by the fearsome legions of Rome. Amidst all this, rode the victorious general. Curiously, history has it, that a lone slave rode next to him. On the same chariot as him. Over the general’s head he held a garland of laurel, signifying victory. Into the general’s ear the slave repeatedly whispered a caveat: “All glory is fleeting. All glory is fleeting.”