Less than 48 hours ago, I was exploring Cambridge, England on a bicycle. The town is itself a work of art. Dominated by a university founded two centuries before Columbus sailed, Cambridge buzzes with modern life but also possesses some of the world's most wonderfully quiet spaces. As I rambled along the river on my bike or wandered its many colleges with their architectural grandeur and beautifully sculpted gardens, I was overwhelmed by a sense of majestic silence. It also warmed my heart to see an inner city closed to traffic and alive with bicycles.
Yesterday, I took an early morning train through London to Gatwick airport--before there was even a hint of anything amiss. In fact, I didn't know about the attacks until I was back in the States.
This is not a political post. I just want to say that its absolutely heartbreaking to think of the loss and pain people have suffered. But it's also consoling to have spent days in magical libraries, churches, green fields and ancient colleges. It's consoling to know that Cambridge endured everything from wars to plagues over the past eight centuries. Through everything, it has continued to be a center of both loveliness and meaningful learning. Most recently, the university has produced more than 80 Nobel Prize winners in the past century and continues to be on the cutting edge in scientific research of all kinds.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that amid tragedy and human stupidity, there is much beauty, wisdom and goodness--and that it endures.