I have actually learned how to use the extensive subway system in Paris, which is remarkable given that I have trouble using the system in Chicago. On the surface is all hustle and bustle of a typical city. Yes, much of Paris is typical. It had its magnificence and beauty like every city.
I was most disappointed by the Champs Eysees, which had a reputation from film and literature as being THE place to be: a place of elegant upscale shopping and dining while soaking in the ambience. I think that's a French word; I know so few. Yes it is upscale but it is crass and loud in its appearance and decorum.
I much rather prefer the streets away from the maddening crowd ...there's a novel in there somewhere. Like the Rue Clare, an open air bizarre.
But the subway...underneath the surface of the city is this network of tubes and tunnels streaming with life. As one walks the streets above there is so much life underneath, beyond human sight.
Each human being had z built in subway called the subconscious teeming with life. A network of hidden and seemingly forgotten memories; a place of mystery that surfaces in dreams and prayed. As Christ descended into hell, as the Apostles Creed states , he descends into the subway of the human mind. He wants to free us from the memories if pain we choose to forget or push down. He descends to awaken the memories that we have forgotten but shouldn't since they have contributed to out transformation. In this inner subway is the key to the treasure it contains: the kingdom.
But we must descend there in prayer and reflection and by listening to dreams. Christ our Healer wants us to move along into his kingdom which is the destination. If every "artery" in the subway. Too many of us get caught in the Champs Elysees of our own lives. The realities on the surface that keep us from riding in our own inner subways, a sometimes frightening journey, but a beautiful one that can free us to traveling to new places leading to life. Buen camino. Padre
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