Last weekend my ten year old daughter and I took a trip to New York. Ostensibly to listen to my cousin’s son, Colin Jacobsen, play the Brahms duet for violin and cello with Yo Yo Ma at Lincoln Center. By the way Colin is pretty good and if you get a chance to hear him play I think you will be happy.
These trips are rare but they provide a great bonding experience.
My daughter chose to go to the largest Barnes & Noble in Manhattan (what can you do with kids these days?), and I chose to wander through the NYU campus, such as it is, because I just enjoy the atmosphere of the Courant Institute (what can you do with their parents?).
I think that Jerry’s picture of God and Xanderman’s comments on emotional connections give significant insights into critical elements of life; and that a trip such as ours underscores these points.
I like to think of life as a picture; perhaps the most beautiful of all it exists a priori in a sense but our interpretation/admiration/fascination stems from the different thought patterns we superimpose. The depth of your trip is an example of these such patterns. The beauty of this conscious union is to the picture, what the tesseract is to the cube.
We are all art critics engaged in a hormonal orgy inside the consciousness and spiritual museum of fine living.
After I suggested that you might want to write a Star Trek book, you responded that you were working on something else. I have been curious ever since. Would you care to share your project?