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It was an older building on the campus of an affluent mid-western university. Inside, a group of students stood around a bulletin board on which was written:

Schedule Change

Phil. 369

HARD AND SOFT PHILOSOPHY

Prof. Krukowski

MWF, 11—12

A man walked slowly down the hall and stopped before the group. “Good morning to you all. I am the Dean and I want to ask you a question: Why are you taking this course?”

There was silence, then a student said:

“I want to find out who I am, and I want to know what I should do.”

The man who calls himself the Dean kicked off his loafers,

placed his hands flat on the floor and pressed into a handstand.

He held the position for a moment, then lowered his feet back to the floor.

Lightly flushed but beaming, he intoned:

“Beneath this pelt of hair and blemish, there is a living spirit.

Long before your time, I was totally—like you—with it.”

There was silence, then another student said:

“You need to cut your toe-nails.”