When the time of the year turns to honoring the graduates that will become the hope for our future, we sometimes forget what we should be celebrating. From the age of Heraclitus we have been faced with a condition that change is one of the few constants. Today the form of that change may well have forgotten from where we have come and what we have endured. The titanic struggle of the last century has transformed into a different version of the same beast. What happened to all the hope and promise of a mere half century ago?
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