New York is like a star, or like a great horrifying tree, organic buroughs of bark and brouhaha, a big tragic soul of brilliance, precious and ebullient, reaching in and out, in and out, just at the point of something strong and gargantuan, greedily grabbin' handfuls of constants constantly realized, like an endless expansion and collapse, like rebirth through wombs entrancingly familiar,.... or, perhaps, it's a vast system of light and energy and purpose, that shares ancient secrets of beauty and truth and violence; It exists, for all times, within a framework of diaphanous, but sturdy walls of history and tension, ancient as the first sounds, absolute as clouds, and as black as the fever of lust amongst naive virginal processions; It is a proactive intrusion into a universal belief, brief, profound, and eternal, proudly displaying brightly feathered angels and fiery dragons, golden beasts, horned like fantasy death, and young warrior gods, glistening with anger and purple resolve, scattered about, throughout the timeless, tumultuous skyline, and extending forever and ever and ever, protruding into the vast expanse of dream galaxies, clothed in abstract plans and infinite designs, perched divinely high above the dim dreary parts of humanity's dismal and thoroughly damned display; To be part of such a grand scheme is to rapturously approach a violent storm, sterile,and beautiful and ugly; I stared, mad and eager and reverant, out into the brilliant beyond, out into the fomenting folds of time, from within the blackest heart of my world, out of sync with all that pulses in the familiar urban dementia, so lush and vibrant, and I became blissfully aware of the shocking cold triumph of the cosmos and the heavens, endless and wild, spewing radiant, white hot phosphorescent glee; The beautiful chaos manifest itself in spastic cycles of frenzy and desire, dancing and laughter in the eternal majesty of night; the many distant worlds, within the city, and all their grime, their rhyme, glistened, their colors deepened beyond the hues of swirling dream demons, twirling, whirling, circling, perilously, carelessly, loud and violent, astounding all around the central unifying theme; It was an idea of constant destruction, beautiful like the momentary cataclysmic excesses in orchestral frenzy, a crash, a brutal culmination, an orgasm of spiritual release and awe and a legendary scream, heard for all time in every corner of the everything which pervades, even to the lonliness of forgotten souls; And then it became quiet,...a stillness descended, that moved me to tears, for all that was beheld in that endearing instant of recognition and gratification, an eternal reward of understanding that goes beyond knowledge, into the realm of spirit, renewed,....and then....I shrunk, unassumingly, to the size of nothing, within the context of the supremely awesome spirit of the city, for none to see but me and all the other celestial worms inhabiting the nether reality of the Apple.