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| The Great Ghosts of Old |
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| Shine Light of Glory Upon |
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| To make the Same Bright as Day |
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I have been sitting silently in a
Cathedral for nearly an hour. The gargantuan columns protrude like
obelisks towards the heavens. They are trees that seek to find roots
within the ceiling. The columns are cold and heavy. They are daunting
and strong. They stand waiting for a craftsman to gently observe and
feel the delicate nature of the beast. The columns connect to the
four-part vaulting. Riding the ridge across the blanket that looms over
the souls below, the simple stones clasp each other as to hold in place.
They fight not to fall from the ceiling.
I
have been sitting silently in a Cathedral evoking my emotional
connection with France. Nothing happens. There seems to be a heavy wall
between my psyche and my consciousness. I am unable to experience the
whole; the totality of the situation. I long for a connection. A deeper
feeling than that of my design state. I try to consume the environment
like the baguette I had earlier. Nothing seems to work well. Nothing
stirs.
I
am floating in a dream. I am in a surreal moment. A moment of progress I
am unable to change or remove. It is a memory without my mind present. I
seem to be dragging my body through the city without a sense of place,
time or relation. It is surreal. In a few moments I may feel it.
I
have been sitting silently in my room now for nearly five minutes. A
bell from the local church rings violently across the courtyards below.
It suddenly strikes emotion. I feel a connection in my bones. I am here
in France. I am here living a separate life. This is a majestic moment
for myself--a moment of emotion and experience.
This is architecture.
This is phenomenology.
This is the power a design
can muster and bring a floating soul
right down to a moment of experience.
Do not forget to shape the world through experience.
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