I will not remember all the facts and theories that I discovered at Carleton. In this chapter of our lives, we have been explorers. We dive beneath the waves of the humanities and sciences, immersing ourselves in facts, in knowledge, in the theories of great men and women. But trying to retain all those facts and ideas is like trying to seal up the ocean in a glass jar and carry it home. Even if we were to capture everything we learned here, every lecture, every textbook, it would not be long before it slid through the cracks of our fingers.
History is revised.
Literature is born every day. We do not attempt to retain the ocean. We come to it with the knowledge that we may never return to its uncharted waters. But we have been there, we have seen its riches, and we are forever changed because of it. Every time a classmate dares to disagree.