Buxton School - Yearbook (Williamstown, MA)

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HE struggle to discover a meaning for existence is perhaps the most acute in the last two years of High School. It suddenly dawns on you that humanity must have some purpose, but it is only those who don't find all their time taken by the mere act of existing who find the inspiration to discover this purpose. Perhaps they who only exist are in a sense freer in their rigid pattern than we who seek ex- planations. In order to simplify the question of existence, I aslc myself, 'Wvhat is the purpose of my existence? In the last two years my primary thought has been to Hnd a general aim for myself and to set a goal. There have been many blind alleys to follow in the labyrinth of imagi- nation, and many so-called ideals and principles had to be trampled down. Now at last I feel I have removed most of the camouflage one builds around oneself for protection and underneath I have found one dream, one desire. Bly goal is to construct this dream into a reality. But to discover these things, variety and time are perhaps the main elements. Variety to accumulate wide interest so as to have choice and time to discover correct channels for ambition. A tree can be pruned in order to strengthen its main arteries, but new twigs will grow and in the course of human life, new thoughts will develop and they too must be pruned so as to let the strong thoughts flourish. It is here at Buxton I have discovered the faculty for pruning the growth of an increasingly active mind. I fear there is just one life and I can waste no time in foolish reverie of those things I might have done. I can only regard existence as a great gift which I can mold into a failure or a success. -Elizabellz Ghulman page .fix

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'Their quiet faces stay within my mind, And rise then fall in rhythmic loneliness. For fear beyond their hollow walls was less Than showed outside. I move away to find The comfort known to travellers who wind Their shallow paths in lonely peacelessness. But now upon my path as though to press The space, grows grass on tears and dew combined. This comfort known so doubtful in the night Removes its burden as the day in birth Has flowered. Comfort softens in the light While crystal tears of morning clean the earth, As from the hill of dawn the fog ascends My sorrow from its resting place unbendsf' Thelma Adelman page .reum