We have a white board in the office upstairs where we usually sit, if we are not working in the lab. This poem came to life on Friday, while cycling to work. The white board yearns for its alter ego: the black board. Of course, these words can be erased, but once they have come together and joyfully consummated, they become inseparable. They reach a stable union which even the Goliath cannot pull them apart.
Someone who has taught for 40 years, retires from his work.
Their students organised a get together to share the memories.
The passage below was written on the 7th of November in homage to F & B.
We will also age. Would we also become insightful and thoughtful citizens of the world ?