There's a beautiful secret... in the City of New York
And every year,
on the twelfth of January,
we like to remember the things that might not have been,
and instead, fortunately, have been...
"It was the twelfth of January, the coldest day in the year."
On that chilly day, a newborn was found... near a hospital in the Village, St. Vincent's Hospital.
He was very tiny, and very sick. And very strange.
November, perhaps that same
year, or the year before...
somebody had died in that hospital, whose name was... Dylan Thomas.
A poet was dying, a dream was being born.
Why was that infant left there?
Was he abandoned to die? Was he left there to be found,
to be brought into the hospital and nursed?
We don’t know.
As he said about himself, he was born, and he survived.
When he was found, he was wrapped in rags, like a present.
And that present was brought to a world that was beginning to exist, and needed a soul.
Deep, secret and invisible was that world. And frightened.
who dwelt here dwelt in fear and isolation.
This was a land of lost hope…of twisted dreams, a land of despair."
Also in that world, nobody wanted him, because of the way he looked.
"Throw him out,"
"He's not our problem."
"We don’t want him, leave him to the topsiders."
The unique, strange
infant, weak and sick, wrapped in rags like a present,
cried for three straight days. And no one thought he would survive.
But there was a strength in him…
Many years after, he could say, about the world that had abandoned him:
"I’ve seen your world.
There’s no place for me in it…
I know what I am. Your world is filled with frightened people.
And I remind them of what they’re most afraid of…
Their own ignorance…Their aloneness."
"Above", people, due to ignorance, reject what is unknown, unexpected , and therefore, frightening.
But deep, deep "Below", people are able to overcome their ignorance,
to look beyond, and find compassion which defeats aloneness.
"Yes, Vincent was
different, and people are terribly afraid of what they don't know.
But soon, very soon afterward, the people accepted Vincent
and grew to love the very differences that at first made them so afraid."
Yes, on the twelfth of
January, it’s good to remember the things that might not have been,
and have been instead… in the City of New York,
which hides a secret down Below…
in this crazy fandom that dares to dream and make impossible things real…
in our souls, filled with
hope no matter what, because the lives we live Above
have their roots deep, deep Below, where all of us have a beautiful secret.
Happy Birthday, Vincent.
January 12, 2010
the Beauty and the Beast Episodes:
~ Once upon a time in the city of New York
~ Dead of Winter
~ God bless the child.