They would animate students with the death-shock that life is short and may end at any moment. Life is precious and must be well-spent. But students cannot hear these warnings, for students are too sensitive. Students hear only the music that plays everywhere on campus. They laugh and throw popcorn at the corpses that waltz on the quad.
Students know that death is no escape, and so no threat either.
You, the students, know that waiting is all there is. You know that you will come here always. When you graduate you will enroll here. When you graduated from high school you graduated from Iowa State. You always have been here, waiting to remember, cowering under the shadow of the great god Bush-wa, the snake who holds the bulging house together with the soft caress of coils.