Between the Skyscrapers

in a dream


In a dream last night I was living in a large communal house with many people I didn’t know, and one whom I do. I was thinking as I wandered about the house and in the living room I suddenly said aloud “I figured it out!” and in that moment I felt happier than I had ever been. The one of you who I know asked me to explain, but there was so much commotion at the time, it didn't feel right to answer. But I will tell you now, in case you should ever read this. What I had figured out was that people can only cry if they’ve been hurt, and they can only be hurt if they cared about something, and they can only care about something if they’ve felt love, whether they understood it or not, and so people who are crying are in that moment more in love with life than anyone. In that moment, though they may be in a state of inconsolable despair, they are ecstatically expressing just how much joy something had once given them, and never will you see it more concentrated or in a purer form than in a tear. The tear is the pressure of the diamond, which took ages to form, being released all at once, the hardest substance becoming the lightest, and lightening our load enough that we can carry on.

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2016 - 2021