Thursday, August 6, 2009

Bugso (Upwelling)

For a moment, a nation is borne on a wave of an all too fleeting sense of solidarity and nationhood. For an instant it seems as if the social divide has melted; rich and poor flash the "L" to each other, smiling; the political colors, the reds, blues, yellows, blacks and whites and every hue in between march together, for once. Francis M. would have wept seeing that kaleidoscope. And for an instant, a nation's breath deepens, and in that singular moment, it remembers what it is capable of as a people. Being there is to watch history unfold, and one is overwhelmed by a sudden, fleeting realization that by being there, one is part of the making of that history.