It seemed quite obvious to me that If Jesus Christ were alive, he would have been there with them. The ghost like quality of Wall Street on a Sunday afternoon with the wind blowing the refuge through silent thoroughfares. The sharply delineated gray of winter with low clouds enshrouding the great skyscrapers. Thousands upon thousands of workers emptying out of their cubicles onto Fifth Avenue. These are some of the images that enveloped my senses and catapulted me into the ever changing fabric of the human kind infinitely diverse yet somehow monolithic, ever moving yet changeless, an immense population that shares a commonalty of their genes, the architecture of their brains and the form of their bodies.
Humans are the chimera of a protracted past, an instantaneous present and an uncertain future.
The city stands as a crystalline mirror to that humanity revealing all its convoluted facets, its monumental incoherence and shimmering vitality. My own growing up with all its particular circumstances is but an indelicate mirror of the state and situation of humanity. I am, in fact, a living time machine carrying with me through the fourth dimension the history and possibilities of the race.