In with the Old
I work in a library and I'm constantly handling objects that are far older than me. The other day I was looking at one of UF's original yearbooks, ironically titled The Seminole prior to the emergence of Florida State University.
Some of these books haven't been read in fifty years, some an entire century. But they're still here.
Since I've been at the University of Florida, I'm regularly reminded of the value and joy of tradition and age. Such heritage deserves celebration.
I appreciate the agéd and antique. Simply by their existence today after traveling through the epochs remarks upon their inherent wealth.
As well, such objects advocate reminiscence of the hurdles which the human race has already overcome and present the opportunities we have now to build upon them.
Some of these books haven't been read in fifty years, some an entire century. But they're still here.
Since I've been at the University of Florida, I'm regularly reminded of the value and joy of tradition and age. Such heritage deserves celebration.
I appreciate the agéd and antique. Simply by their existence today after traveling through the epochs remarks upon their inherent wealth.
As well, such objects advocate reminiscence of the hurdles which the human race has already overcome and present the opportunities we have now to build upon them.