On an overcast Friday morning in the heart of Manhattan, the world's city awakens slowly, unveiling the diverse colors of its tapestry.
Joggers in florescent green and blue, air pods in their ears; office workers in their black tailored suits, numbers and deals on their minds; and an elderly couple patiently at the crosswalk, waiting for their time to start.
Time for some Rabbi and silent contemplation, as I observe all this around me
"In the depths of your coffee cups,
Within the pages of stark black and white,
In the milestones you've etched into existence,
Have you, O seeker, found that which you seek...
...a way to fill the emptiness in your soul?"
