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April 21,1988 THE LANCE Quill & Ink COEXISTENCE You are not I, and I am not you; Yet, you cannot be without me, As I cannot be without you. You condition my existence, as I give sense to your being And neither of us can be Without one or the other. I can know more of myself because of you, As you understand yourself better because of me; For if without me, how do you think that you are? And if without you, how do you think that I am? I exist as you exist, Just as you are because I am; And unless I know who you are, I know not who I am; And unless you, too, know myself. You know not fully yourself. Presence is always co-presence; Existence is always co-existence. I am present because of you. And you are present because of me. For to exist is to exist with you. And for you to be, you have to be with me. Life is not for you alone. Nor happiness only for me. For whatever joy there is in me. It is meaningful because of you. And life will be meaningless to you Unless you share it with me. To the Editor: To all my most solicitous friends, most esteemed colleagues, most accommo dating non-teaching staff, and concerned students of St. Andrews, this j)oem is sin cerely dedicated. My brief but memorable associa tion with you has taught me one of the greatest lessons in my entire teaching ca reer: Life, human society, and the world relate us existentially to one another. We are living a shared life in a shared human society within a shared world. Our nation is but a nation among other nations, a people amongst other peoples, and a culture among other cul tures. Despite our socio-cultural differ ences, we are all inhabitants of one and the same planet. We share the same human conditon for we are all human beings. We exist for and through one another. We are human beings only though other human beings. We are all citizens of the world. Hence, life becomes more mean- ingfuk and worth living only in the pres ence and help of others, in communion with others, and for the benefits of others. I will never forget you all the days of my life. St. Andrew,Iloveyousomuch, Maraming salamat (Thankyou very much). Florentine J. Timbreze Asian Visiting Professor from the Philippines Remember: you cannot love no one. As I cannot hate nobody! If you love, you love someone; If I hate,, I hate somebody. For whether it be in hatred or in love. You can love because I am, And I can hate because you are. Life, therefore, is no true life. If you live it only by yourself; And joy is no true joy. If I am only by myself. For life means being-together. And joy means sharing-each-other. You need me as much to be you. As I need you so much to be me. FLORENTINO T. TIMBREZA Slipstream Hell reckless abound I am only a friend of yours (to some) and others that depend on what is anticipated have lost out for nothing the nexus could grant could ever be as great as vivid memory dreams lost in the rough sweet preciseness dead drunk on the guitar crammin’ & rappin’ WINDFALL Lightly touching A glow, catch the breath And it is gone Too soon Not soon enough SENSELESS There is no feeling left now, just an all over numb. I am waiting to suffer ...wonder when it will come. The pain, now approaching... now,leaving me crushed In reminding me how great a place this once was. Back when we all glistened and shimmered in light. Way back when the love meant more than the fight The wars that we’ve started ...have now tom us apart. The fight and it’s madness ...have ripped at our hearts. I’ve cried ‘til the teardrops no longer will fall.. In comes the anger, at the pain of it all. I am angry for every cruel thing done & said. Angry that absence of love rules our heads. Where did compassion and tenderness go. How could they forsake us, ...how were we to know? Where do we turn now to put things back right, or was peace just a moment... once glimpsed in the light? The next move is yours... if you still want to play. Our mistakes now behind us— will we still hope for today? MICHELLE HAYES Out of reach Continuous failures Continuous hope Infinite beginnings Eternal ends so sweet a tune just you all mythology lost just me and kisses are taken as they are dealt Brushing the shoulder Too slight A passion for more A longing for less (I grow impatient for the everlasting Paradise of your touch) Paul Bullard Pamela E. Coble
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