At the inception of TheStrip, I never imagined that I would still be around to witness its demise. Parents aren't supposed to outlive their children. The metaphor that was TheStrip was elegant because it was so simple; a never-ending creation that feeds its outside with its inside; its theory with its presentation.
Now, while remaining on the books as an official religious studies course (I assume), TheStrip is dead. Nothing more than a tapeworm successfully purged from the body of the humanities. Shit out, I imagine.
The reality that there was so little acceptance for a student led movement to save religious studies is just as repulsive as the image of the tapeworm.
I have pity for those that could never see the benefits of such a venture as TheStrip, and I have nothing but disgust for those that rejected the project based on departmental politics, or personal grievances.
I feel honored to have helped lay the groundwork for the project, and contribute to its first iteration. The groups of students that came after my time of active participation are to be commended. They have fought hard, and successfully furthered the enterprise.
I mourn TheStrip's passing, but I can't cry for long. TheStrip was always about change. Let it step into the void.
