April 12, 2003
I read a column about how Mike Tyson watches pigeons fly for hours, enamored by how they’ll “hook” sharply and head in perpendicular directions. I like the metaphor that sometimes our lives are like pigeons’ flights. Our decisions seem decisive (sharp) when we’re making them, but they’re often blurred by our histories (blacks, whites, greys). Or they’ll seem like positive steps because the people around us think so (flattering crowds). But mathematically, four right angles can form a square, and really, we’re merely hooking around and around and going nowhere. Our progress seems farther ahead, reality masked by action’s light.