published in Volume 3, Issue 1 on February 8th, 1996
Were I to say I love you what precisely would I mean? Love, the word is used too often. Don't the sages of conscience dictate that love is what I should feel for all humanity? So how can the same word cover what I'm supposed to feel for both you and them? Take a gold brick, a good solid piece, it has weight and depth and all its worth can be embraced in just one hand. Now exploit its malleability, hammer it, hammer again, and again, pound it to a sheet a mile square. What results? Tissue almost transparent, with hardly any weight or depth. Try covering a multitude with such a sheet; a twitch of a finger, a drop of rain and the sheet shreds. What other word could I use to describe my feelings for you? An honest, lawyer-like accurate word? Exhibit A, this wide angle photo of you at Coney Island. My eyes become telescopic, so many other faces surround you but I focus sharply and instantly on you. My eyes resolve the design on your blouse and even the freckles on your face. The surrounding faces are blurs. The objective eye would discern different details, but to me you are my focus, my focus.