Goldy Ipsum. There are faint tracks across this vast campus, leading to little clandestine holes where busy Gophers play. Success is an element in which striving is attainable, but only with big teeth, endlessly gnawing at the challenge around every corner. For here, at this place, failure has no definition other than to point the way to future advancements in every aspect of what we seek.
In the heart of the territory on the eastern shore lives a treasured commodity within a geode, where six miles of wood lay way within shaped granite and angular windows. It stores a plethora of history of past heroes who have devotedly excelled in a wide range of skills.
East of the east bank, across the city lines, you will find a tranquil parcel, a countryside within an urban expanse. And from within this humble safe haven where panurgic gophers weave through research and scamper over theories, there is quiet.
On hind legs Gophers rise in an effort to see what comes in our future, a proactive approach to pave the way into a brighter tomorrow. In the numerous crevices they hide, not to shy away from danger, but to quietly seek a way to face the danger through better research and testing. They do not display the demure characteristics of the ancestral rodent, for they are the hubristic Minnesota Gophers.
Efficiency drove them 110 feet down to create a quiet dwelling for the civil docents, where learning is a natural way to overcome structural obstacles. They exist so deep that they cannot bask in the lumination from above, for down below there are doors and no windows. The ground surrounds them as the ocean to a submarine. And on every level there is productivity, but there is no 5.