December 29, 2010

Flagged


One summer day at the lake an older cousin, some neighborhood boys, and my brother were readying a game of flag. The flag was a square, a square foot perhaps, torn from an old sheet, a dish towel, a rag. Tacked to a strip of whatever lumber could be found or filched, a yardstick, a dowel. I watched my cousin fasten his square, in a frenzy of intent, with tacks jammed all along the length of the fabric. My brother, snorting at his opponent’s excess, attached his with just three - top, middle, and bottom. It struck me immediately as not only confident and sufficient, but elegant. It was a turning point in my apprehension of the economy, and vested power, of good design.

Because I was young, it made a vivid impression. And the signal impressions of our youth become the banners under which we barnstorm the world. Geronimo!




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Into the fold



I remember clearly the dawning of reflexive consciousness that inaugurated my entrance into the human estate. I was a toddler, it was summer at the lake, there was a picnic in a park. A bunch of my extended family, grandparents, cousins, a few others, were there. It suddenly came home to me, in a vivid and sun-dappled moment, that I was one of these... and I was immediately and irrevocably in love. More, my consciousness suddenly expanded in all directions to something like infinity, and doubled back infinitely on itself. For the first time, I was a discrete and self-contained being, who knew himself, in an apparently infinite space that I shared with others. This moment, although preliterate, was completely mature and nothing could have, or has, been added to improve it. There was nothing shattering about it. It felt as natural as stepping into a place that had been waiting for me all along. I like to think that the angels chose this moment to awaken me.


Over time that love would be challenged. Would be distorted, deferred, and betrayed. But nothing, nothing, has dislodged or corrupted its essence. You're one of mine.





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