Unapologetics
Old Saints
“Enter to grow in wisdom. Depart to serve better thy country and thy kind.” So it is written above Dexter Gate as one enters Harvard Yard.
I came to Harvard to slake my thirst for knowledge. I wanted to learn more about mathematics, but I had vague wild designs to learn about everything else too. I wanted to study quantum mechanics and molecular biology and organic chemistry. I wanted to broaden my horizons. I didn't know anything about politics or economics, but Harvard seemed the perfect place to learn. Harvard is full of knowledge, and full of knowledgeable people.
Thinking as “We”
“Community” is all the rage at Harvard. It's a buzzword. To foster a close-knit residential community is one of the high ideals of this university. It's why we live in the same dorms and eat the same meals. It's the very spirit of collegiality.
Yet, so often Harvard is a lonely place, and talk of “community” seems uncertain and hollow.
The Winter of Our Discontent
The men and women who have been our guests at the Harvard Square Homeless Shelter–our nearest neighbors–have suffered a lot this winter.
Even as temperatures and spirits rise, it seems proper to pause and solemnly regard the winter past.
God Save the King
The charges that the kangaroo court brought against Jesus were very odd.
They say he claimed to be the “King of the Jews.” And they will nail these words, “King of the Jews,” above his head in mockery as he hangs on the cross.
God, Science, and the Red Pill
“You take the blue pill, the story ends. You wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland, and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.”—The Matrix
I hope I would take the red pill.