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03 EDITORIAL continued In the last pages of the final chapter of the old South Africa happenstance and coincidence conspired to transport my then-teenaged self to a castle in Wales where I attended the United World College of the Atlantic the high school alma mater where I formally studied and fell in love with fine art. When I returned to South Africa from the UK in the early nineties my first job was as an usher in a theatre and it was there that I fell in love with the comfortable darkness of an auditorium when the lights go down with the sound of an audience shifting quietly in their seats and the smell of chocolates being passed around. How I got from then to now and from there to here is a story for another time but I will make mention of the fact that said castle college was the founding site of a global movement committed to making education a force to unite people nations and cultures because August marks my four-year anniversary at yet another site where education and globalisation are the key co-ordinates of a vision for the future. UJ has been welcomed as the first and only African member institution of the prestigious Universitas 21 placing it in the top 4 of global universities the only comprehensive South African university to reach the top 650 ranked institutions according to the Quacquarelli Symonds QS World University Rankings for 20132014. FROM THEN TO NOW Heres what I know about the realm of possibility it is always expanding it is never what you think it is. Everything around us was once deemed impossible. From the airplane overhead to the phones in our pockets to the choir girl putting her arm around the metalhead. As hard as it is for us to see sometimes we all exist within the realm of possibility. Most of the limits are of our own worlds devising. And yet every day we each do so many things that were once impossible to us. From The Realm of Possibility by David Levithan