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Ivory Tower or The Infinite University

 For the longest time in my dreams - I dreamt that i was wandering through an infinite campus of sorts - the outlay of which receded before me as i meandered about-, but also coming into being and re-configuring itself as I, as we (students / professors / workers / technicians / visitors ) walked about - on our way... Some of the most marvelous facilities I have seen in my life - and in pristine condition - (was this just an eclectic combination of every previous campus i had seen???) - walkways, quads, porticos, buildings, lecture halls, research edifices of the most futuristic glint - made entirely of glass, a multi-layered student center replete with cafeteria, stores, boutiques and elevators expanding like an entire galaxy... and for the longest time I wondered - what are people doing here - or rather - what is the measure of their success - what kind of intellectual output justifies they're being here? While walking through these exquisite spaces - a visitor - a true alien in fact to this dreamworld - it came to me gradually - only after visiting many classrooms, libraries, offices, and laboratories - that they were here in fact to construct the FUTURE - to think up new ways and means ... new knowledge... new protocols... After a while - it was by no means unusual to pass by assorted thinkers and functionaries - tinkering like artisans at their various stations - but with stacks of papers, charts, diagrams, maps... hands clicking on computers... robotic assistants gathering up findings and machines spewing forth data in neatly organized corridors - like bees in a hive.

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