maybe the reason that this song resonates so much is that the people who wrote it were New Yorkers.
There is no silence here. Instead of Oxygen bars there should be little places where for $5 you could just have 15 minutes of silence, pure and complete. Because there is no time at which this city even approaches silence, it’s never even quiet here.
How can you hear the Word? How can you listen for the spirit above the honking of horns and the rumbling of buses and those are just the ones that are obvious, the rumbling of the subway is so far to the background that you’d have to eliminate 90% of the other noise to even hear it, but it destroys the very possibility of quiet.
OTOH, there is a lot of cool stuff in this city. Caitlyn wants to see the statue of Liberty so we’re taking the Staten island ferry today, checking out the place where Debbie gets her flute work done and maybe have a reuben in this nice deli across the street, and then szechuan in Queens this evening with friends. All in all not bad, but this place really never sleeps . . .
Ah, but just imagine what it must sound like when they have a blackout! John and I spent the week camping, quietly, between the campground’s busy family weekends. I had almost wished we’d gotten there earlier to experience the contrast between the two. Hope you all are having a good time–looking forward to your return!