"A few minutes from now, after the graduates have received their diplomas, and are standing together again for the last time, they will, if the past is any indication, reach to the tops of their caps, flip their tassels from one side to the other and , very likely, raise a joyous shout. Their ling rite of passage will be over. If, at that moment, we feel a catch in our throats, or a familiar melting sensation in our chests, let us know them as reminders of our humanity. Sunt lacrimae rerum, said the Roman poet Virgil: There are tears fro things. And one of the peculiar marks of our kind is the tear that ventures forth to greet a triumph of the human spirit." ~ from the text
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