At NGLA, time and space seem to warp. Just before my last visit, Neal and I were standing on the 9th green at Shinnecock; I looked into the distance and got chills throughout my body.
The other day, I was fooling around on the Google satellite search, showing my daughter NGLA. She asked what the "thing" was and clicked to get a close-up of the windmill. We just stared at it hypnotically as if it were some kind of artifact from another dimension.
It is strange that in my mind's eye, when I think of individual holes, the picture is invariably in a sepia tone, or even grainy B&W. Coming through the gates, I'm torn between a feeling of approaching the Emerald City and Bates Motel.
I'm not sure why the hair stands up on the back of my neck, but I feel compelled (when alone) in the library to touch the statue and talk to Macdonald.
Maybe I'm hypersensitive to the Chi' of all things, but it still makes me wonder whether the members feel that "presence" - or are they oblivious to what they have?