I've always loved the simplicity of two pure, brilliantly bright white lights stretching high up into the clouds. It's beautiful, without being showy or overwrought; spiritual, meditative, and somehow, despite their size, quiet and gentle—a religious depiction of true faith, without hearkening to any particular one.
Whatever the outcome of all the recent construction, power struggles, and political gaming, I feel rest assured my fellow New Yorkers will always cherish this symbol of what remains our devotion to the ideals which this city has come to represent: liberty and justice for all. Displays like these, which mark the significant events that have come to shape the American character, serve as a reminder for us to hold onto all our beliefs and ideals even tighter.
Mourning is public. Grieving is private and personal. These represent both of those states to me.
