One day I observed a number of pigeons warming themselves by the eternal flame memorial in Daley Plaza Chicago. It seems to me, that these pigeons have abandoned the ways of the pigeon, for those of the pedestrian (a long standing thesis) and in that time of domestication, have come to the question of mysticism and experience. There are those pigeons who have gotten too close to the flame and (voluntarily?) singed away their gift of flight. What do they see in the flames?
