Trying to Evoke Emotion

The Great Ghosts of Old

Shine Light of Glory Upon

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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