Pedestrians in a city practice an unsympathetic custody of the eyes. Do not acknowledge with even the flick of an eye what — who — stands on corners, crouches over steam vents or sits plastered against the walls of buildings. Do not accord the pleas for food or for money a space in your conversation, not even for a single beat. It’s safer, they say. So we walk with eyes locked straight ahead, doggedly intent on our conversations.
Francl-Donnay violated that rule.
She connected with someone.
He thanked me and with not even a hint of rancor remarked, “No one ever looks at me, you know..."
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How do we connect with That of God, with the Goddess-within, the God-within, people we meet in this way?
How do we recognize each others' humanity?