|As we walk the eminent streets of Princeton we share the
air with the eccentric and the distinguished, the brilliant and the
esteemed. There is an atmosphere of intellectual curiosity and
hope. For aspirants of knowledge, whether matriculated
students or just pilgrims in understanding's pursuit, it can feel
closer to home than many whereabouts in this world.
We pause at this appropriate message for the
season hanging in the window of Shop The World, an import store at 4
Spring Street, and wonder if we are any closer to peace than our
ancestors of two thousand years. Have the thoughts, the science, or the
poetry conceived within this university town moved the needle a tick
toward the hour when we open the presents peace has left still wrapped
right there under our tree? Sometimes it seems like we have indeed made
progress, and at other times . . .
attributed to A. J. Muste, a 20th century master of peace, comes to
"There is no way
to peace; peace is the way!"