Salem College - Sights and Insights Yearbook (Winston-Salem, NC)

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PROLOGUE Light is the symbol of trutli. Believing this we come to this place in this time. We looked about us and there was truth, but untruth was present . . . and fear . . . and doubt . . . and anxieties . . . and laughter . . . and friendship . . . and excitement . . . and success — in the shadow of the light. We moved into the shadow and wandered for four years. Often it seemed that our wandering went in a circle like the halo of the candle Ijut not so steady; often it was a labyrinth: it was dark. In the beginning, we found that truth was precious and obscure and new. Our old ways might help us but this new darkness was a foreign place. Seeking we turned to a roonnnate and a friend and found companionship in our darkness. There are other girls and they wonder ... in a lab. in a term paper, in a letter home. They wonder ... in the midst of a fraternity party, under a hair dryer, at an all night booking session, in a required assembly, in a Christmas card from Dr. Gramley. They wonder . . . watching a cigarette burn through a filter. A faculty member hands us truth and we ' re frightened by it. A young man hands it lo us and calls it the joy of love. A classmate hands it to us and it is understanding and warmth. We stare at this oblong blur and know it to be awesome, secure, and complete. Finally, we give the oJdong blur finite lines. We light anotiier candle. We lean back to appreciate the glow of our candle. A girl taps us on the shoulder. Startled — we had not known she was there — we turn. There are many candles — slender, stately, crooked, tallowed: It is no longer dark.