An oft-quoted fav quotes by the British Bulldog, one Mr. Churchill. As I leave behind the angels, and my life in it, I think back to what I gave that made my life here so fulfilled. I think it boils down to one word: community. I worked to give community in my house, at my school and in this city. I tried to give connection to 11 strangers living under the same roof, so that a hostel house became a real home; I worked to give connection to a cohort of scholars, so that a program became a family; I turned a lobby and a conference room into a hall of humanity; I fought to give a little more compassion to a city of strangers.
I have had a wonderful run here on Portland Street, at USC and in Los Angeles, but, with real bittersweet feelings, it is time to move on. Off to be a stranger in a strange land yet again. I conclude this wonderful and fulfilling chapter in the life of one Mr. Paul S. Rockower, MPD with the immaculate words of one Mr. Joseph Conrad.
The last word is not said, — probably shall never be said. Are not our lives too short for that full utterance which through all our stammerings is of course our only and abiding intention? I have given up expecting those last words, whose ring, if they could only be pronounced, would shake both heaven and earth. There is never time to say our last word — the last word of our love, of our desire, faith, remorse, submissions, revolt. The heaven and the earth must not be shaken, I suppose — at least, not by us who know so many truths about either.
To all those who have enriched my life here and made it so wonderful and fulfilling, I end with these sentiments: God Bless, Good Luck and Godspeed until we meet again.