Bricks on the Courthouse Plaza

As I was walking toward my hearing today I rounded the sidewalk onto the plaza that separates the Central Branch of the library from the Courthouse. As usual, I was looking down at the ground (reminds me of that old poem: Always look down/on the ground/and you'll get all the cool loose change!), and I noticed the bricks laid side by side and end to end.

Now, these were ordinary bricks, and they made such an interesting pattern backdrop to my newly shined shoes, almost as if my eyes were the camera of some movie showing the shoes walking toward destiny - brick by brick.

Then I thought that these bricks look all the same, at first glance. But if a person were really to take the time and trouble, they would notice that these bricks are not the same - each has a distinct and individual pattern - different tiny "pockmarks" on the face - their edges are not completely straight, and are made up of tiny little divots along the edges, and even their colouring is not completely pure, but rather slightly unique shades.

Then I thought how these bricks are like all of us - all of us humans, all of us bloggers, in that we sit here and write out noise out on these electronic notepads each and every day and if you were just to see all the blogs at once they would all look completely the same - that is, unless you took the time to look at each one individually, then you would begin to see the differences, those little nuances that make each one of us unique, and thus, special.

But you must take the time, you have to get down on the ground and pick out a random brick and just start mapping out all its special characteristics. You have to read that brick, memorize it, you have to run your finger along it, you have to lick it with your tongue . . .

and that's when Courthouse Security came and took me away.