Bradley University - Anaga Yearbook (Peoria, IL)

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KNOWLEDGE has, historically, gone to the 5 great. Faustus-like men, willing to barter their very souls for the chance to know. Modern man, being of enlightened, therefore more frugal stock, relies heavily upon probability and osmosis. THE ERY OLD THE ERY EW PERCEPTION IS A FUNCTION OF NEED and windows seem but windows to some. To most: a window: for others, this METAMORPHOSIS, IN A COSMOS VOID OF CONSTANTS, ClUlClflY gfeying pane may be perspectivfi. CIUCSI. enlighten- becomes a superficial act. Of little note when seasons have ment- .life itself- YOU may, as in all things. make of it what bereft of beauty chrisalis ancl bucl ancl shiny new facade . . . YOU Will- when time annoints and passes by them changeclt be they beast or brick or bower. , , ,1 -4 ' . V ., i t ,P-' IM A 4 r ,il ., i l an 1 fi I 'fe- 1415 ' ' ii ' ' T! v t , 'A , EN? in .A V' ' ,ff .is r I ' . 1 z 1' r , ' , - 25 I' f f X f, 544431: ,ff f ff V Q,2Pi,'2f ef' f f ,'21'7f1?32i 7 f ff m YY 41521 1 Aff,-f i 7.4 Y .fx '3,QQY,1.:2':15Lf' 4 if 1Q?f 7fC-5,145 ,,.ff 'fl-f'Ff i-Ziff? Gif' , xi?-1 1 of-'fa ,.-,e.2-ef -A -mf-'11 A ' f - .riffir-T545 ff , .9-44,413 M 6 I fgfwl' 1 25,21-994 ' -gf-'f', - ',,,1.. f E w,f?i: E ff-2..,f:sif . .:,:g::.12'ff v gi, g-wffsw-Q I - 'M ,IZ-' egg,-7' we 6' I ' X' i Y ,X - gigs-1255 ' f ,. f . ii i I V ,,...--Ts-T53fF- 7 g, ,, T ii ' of i '5'i'Q Mfiiflllif- -5

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THIS RESPLENDENT AUREOLEg holcl, bright and shrinking crown, illuminates the rugged, cliff-like walls of Braclley's vi- brant Student Center. TIME WHISPERS ALL AR-OUND US HERE. The trees and Watchtower clock so long have friendly conversations plyecl ancl watched each other grow . . . the clock will soon he silencecl: its heart too soon shall still. Yet time and trees go on and on. 7

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xt its Us AND STILL THEY COME in lowing herds and still they seelc the good life and the light and still they are our only hope for freedom and for truth. And still they come and still they seek and still they are and still their chairs stand empty. -...WMA . ..,, A ,ggi Xxx -xx., i N '-.WV FROM THE DARK PAST of an ancient culture, purple eddies swirl and pulse with the tempo of our time, Sounds, like the cry of a steel machine in pain, from crest to precarious eight- bar crest moan in the night . . . as jazzmen ply their velvet trade. Progress is the label sometimes attached to change. From whimpering Dyropithicus erectus, crude club in hand, to modern Homo sap, progress has amounted to increasing the vocabulary and mod- ifying the cudgel. Our glass-housed selves, ve- neered with knowledge, are ill-equipped to cope with these baneful days, we are but social beasts, unfit to cast stones. Inert ideologies have castled progress. Education, of necessity, has thrust its emphasis on the answer, leaving the question suppressed, unchallenged and forgotten. Knowl- edge too, as an end in itself, seems to have fallen victim to a sort of pernicious dysentery, brought about by pragmatism and force-feeding dogma. Now, lest tomorrow refute our yesterdays, man's final insane cries will strangely resemble his iirst: . . . this is the way the world ends . . . 9