
And then there are the girls. Plenty of girls, all shapes and sizes, mostly petite with black tights and small skirts, revealing very pretty bodies… but, no smiles. Can you imagine looking so pretty and not smiling? Maybe I've lived in California too long but if I was a cute girl, I would want to smile at a guy like me. I swear I don't bite and all I appreciate is a nice smile. Granted, the way some guys leech onto poor girls with intent so obvious it makes me feel sorry for them, I understan girls in NY. You have to push off these bumbling fools, after all. Strangely enough, it seems most of these girls look lonely. Maybe it is one of those Sex In The City aftermath, but they felt they were here to live the life and find love… only except, NY is NY and it is not a sentimental place. It can be harsh for naive people. I can't shake the sensation of loneliness when I see them. Some walk briskly forging ahead to conquer whatever dream they chase, meanwhile keeping a sturdy defense system of no smile and no engaging looks. Their eyes betray a certain I am looking for someone or something… but don't get close. A strange conflict. Hum, maybe there is a lot to do for a coach in NY!
I visited the Freemason building and had interesting visions before falling asleep. Freemasons and Rosicrucians have always attracted me but I have always been incapable to go one direction or another. Maybe this is due to the fact that my real fascination lies more in the Templar, and much beyond to that ever illusive non-desript group of people working in the light, for the light, surrounded by light. However, my dreams were interesting after the visit. I dreamt of a red or purple velvet curtain with a golden embroider dagger with a skull on it. At its feet was a blue pyramid, probably about the hight of a hand with golden side and golden night stars. It was resting on a blue velvet cloth. One side of the pyramid was cracked open and looked very dark. It wasn't revealing its content. Strange, no?