read some variation of this over the weekend,
"I'm an architect too...and I have seen your blueprints."
i close my eyes and the world spins...the earth is spinning.
it's all in sync sort of.
potok wrote about a rabbinical student who would stare into the sun if only to experience that brilliance of light that extinguished everything just once. is it possible to carry such a burden and genuinely want an experience of self-annihilation? "I'm an architect too..." in potok's case he described not an architect but a principled nature of illustrating the most important of the commandments...thou shalt not kill. thou shalt not. and yet everyday. subconscious wars waging. a small action now and again that lingers, the consequences, the indifference.
my mind wanders.
How many architects do we meet along the way...and how many have read our plans?