A Man on a Mission

There's a certain symmetry that happens everyday. There's a certain order in things. I walk up and down New York City. I consume the many different smells. I feel the tightness, the energy of motion. the city buzzes, people milling in anonymity. There seems to be no shortage of people. Too many people. There can be so many people in such a small space, so many lonely people. I walk the streets in search of God. His vision escapes me. His presence eludes me. I walk the city streets a man on a mission.