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Show "To You of The U." 1 Enlightenment Needed to Meet I By Nazir F. Khan Last fall, I came to this campus. Of late, my usually trusting mind has become obsessed ob-sessed with a sobering thought: I am beginning to doubt if this is The Place. Well, this wouldn't be so disconcerting if other people were gnawed by the same doubt. But, all the stimuli I am subjected to on this campus constantly try and tell me that there is a great march towards progress going on here. I haven't seen any marches. This leads me to worry about my sanity. The draft-board has on occasion (every occasion, as a matter of fact) pronounced me sane. The draft-board knows. Therefore, I am becoming a nervous wreck. I don't know what is what any more. My confidence confi-dence is shattered. You don't know this, but I am rather insensitive, in-sensitive, stubborn, and dreadfully dread-fully resistant to new ideas. In other words, it takes a lot to shatter my confidence. I have believed in the past (but I don't know for sure) that there are a few other states in the U.S. I am reasonably reason-ably sure that at some time I attended a couple of other universities. uni-versities. Somewhere, I have read that there are many, many other universities in the t world. I seem to recall seeing other peoples, other societies, other ways of life. Please don't get violently excited over my vague recollections because, be-cause, as I've mentioned before, be-fore, I am not absolutely sure. I don't want to upset your complacency because your philosophy of life has been logically log-ically worked out from fundamental funda-mental principles. Its just that I hope in communing with you, some of your complacency will rub off on me and I shall be happy. Bad Dream Recurs I wouldn't be saying all this if I didn't think I'd find you a sympathic audience. Since I've gone this far I might as well confess a little more. I've been having a recurrent bad dream lately. It always starts the same way: There are these people who think they want an education. So they gather round and call the gathering an "academy." And then, they start controversies. contro-versies. They have arguments. They get stupidly excited by what they call the "myriad injustices of the world." They waste precious sleeping-time by staying up all night and discussing dis-cussing their goals and ambitions. ambi-tions. Worst of all, they think and get disturbed. Then, they buy some books and sit around and read. After this has been going on for a little while they pool some money and apparently appar-ently hire a white-haired, kindly kind-ly old man to talk to them. It soons turns out that this man isn't too kindly because in talking talk-ing to them he shakes them all up. All of them seem to change after that. They appear as if they are going to become responsible re-sponsible tax-payers. They start asking all sorts of ques tions. Surprisingly, they get along with each other even though none of them are alike and none of them are too ready to believe anything. They even have different religions and absurdly ab-surdly enough some of them have no religion at all. 'You Know Better' That is my nightmare. It leaves me sweating and I get awfully chilly. I know you know' that this isn't a very "groovy" dream and that this doesn't bother you. You know better. I wish you would help me be sure. I'm afraid of becoming an unaccepted boy. I do so des- perately want to be on of the "in people." I don't want to step out of line. I trust you when you tell me that there is only one way to live. Don't you think my education must have gone wrong somewhere? Don't Think That . . . Please don't think that there is absolutely nothing that I am sure of. There is a little section sec-tion of my mind which has certain maxims indelibly inscribed in-scribed upon it. This section is all the certainty I can cling to. For example, I know that everybody should rest on Sunday. Sun-day. As a matter of fact, I think, the governing laws should make everybody rest every day. After all, one has such a long life. There is plenty of time to live after one dies. I mean, isn't there life er death? A sure tht origin.? !pokenness H:; Because then ' become differo,; ; ther ai"l if oUr ; 5? Tpt pure thlnk alike and acf 1 tel1 yu, i K: because I trust';' blllty and peace 0('- , complacently m , Placent cause. ir kfP out business because people , and find all sorU f, ment which would giveable. Wealth, health and even Ij,. state f mind h. even give up drinfc and sex. The only:' taken to these is the masochistic ; had to punish tortured myself f: think I've enough now. Please try and htj you see me around-pus. around-pus. You'll recojit ily because I look ;. and emaciated fc away from the good, the one who is ten ous, having guilt fc forehead and nicot around my mouth, help me. Please . . |