There is a saying “The devil is in the details”. If you look closely I’m sure you, as me, will find that there is a little piece of heaven to be had as well.

With two exams to go of the worst exam rush I’ve experienced in my education career I find my self sitting in Starbucks in down town Dublin, quite satisfied after a good Italian dinner, and with a scolding hot cup of black Esteema coffee on the table. The slides I am reviewing for my Advanced Data Communications exam – 18 hours and 10 slide sets to go – switching from eureka-level revelations to 4th century Chinese calligraphy.

But what is that I hear – one of Pink Floyd’s good, old forgotten treasures comes streaming out of the speakers hidden far up in the ceiling. I look out of the window and in the dark, rainy evening, past the idling taxis and forgotten phone booths, shines the testaments of history and identity that is the towering Trinity College and the majestic Bank of Ireland.

Surely, it is among the little things men shall find their paradise. Even if only for the duration of a song.