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<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"I have been thinking about the mysteries of life. Why am I here? Where does the universe end? Then there is that strange question about trees falling in a vacant forest. I think this last one is a mystery only philosophers consider.<\/p>\n
I can’t say I have been making any progress on these big questions. I have decided I should begin with a lesser challenge and work my way up. So, I have begun thinking about a question maybe only I have asked. I have worked in Corwin-Larimore hall for 30 years or so. For some of this time, I have even been kind of responsible for what happens in this building. Every morning when I walk into this building I look up and say to myself — What is that door doing up there? Was there a grand plan that was never realized? Should I be searching for money to finish this project? Am I liable if someone tries to use that door?<\/p>\n
I have been thinking about the mysteries of life. Why am I here? Where does the universe end? Then there is that strange question about trees falling in a vacant forest. I think this last one is a mystery only … Continue reading <\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"