The Underbelly of FFL Recently I was in the Big City, I wanted to see again the place where my family came into the United States; so I took a trip to see Ellis Island, which unfortunately was closed due to Hurricane Sandy damage, though I could see it from afar. It was made into a park in 1954. FFL to me is kind of like seeing New York from a distance at first, big imposing, beautiful. Ah! FFL is about spirituality! [New York Skyline] But as one approaches closer, one begins to grasp that there is a hustle and bustle that belies that deceptively serene appearance that one might have on distant approach. [Fifth Avenue, New York City] Finally one gets close enough, there seems to be a dark current of decay and corruption as one looks under the surface. [Underbelly of New York City]
The Big Apple seems more chewed up down below than I can remember, and now with posting limits off on FFL, it is more difficult to find the beauty among the lines here at FFL now that the dark undercurrents have been given full reign, the untrammeled desire of mere human intrigue and he said/she said dialogues take to the fore, the mental equivalent of flapping jaw muscles, the nourishing equivalent of junk food. Still, there are some gems in here. Before it was like tunneling for gold. Now it is like strip mining, and sifting through tons of material to get to some pure shining metal. In some ways though, this also dilutes the inner corruption. With the reduced posting, the dark side becomes in some ways more visible, gets more concentrated, the vile tendencies of human psyches to project their inner value to the surface for all to see.
