Friday, May 16, 2008

Cooper Sq

Exhausted. It is perplexing that it can take so much existential energy just to be present. The whole afternoon I have been reading, taking in the universe of Cohen's "lust-tormented narrator" with NoHo passing by.

My last rain-drenched sip of New York, maybe it is symptomatic that I just want to pray. There is definitely a commonality in the experience of the disaffected observer, the frustration with noise: the loud voices talking chicken wings, the usefullness of ponchos or the upcoming shopping spree.

But whenever I feel this way I seek to instead reconcile myself with the world. Because we are not asked to condemn but to see our own fragility in each other. Should read more Gibran:

You have been told that, even like a chain, you are as weak as your weakest link.
This is but half the truth. You are also as strong as your strongest link.
To measure you by your smallest deed is to reckon the power of ocean by the frailty of its foam.
To judge you by your failures is to cast blame upon the seasons for their inconsistency.
Ay, you are like an ocean,
And though heavy-grounded ships await the tide upon your shores, yet, even like an ocean, you cannot hasten your tides.
And like the seasons you are also,
And though in your winter you deny your spring,
Yet spring, reposing within you, smiles in her drowsiness and is not offended.



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