There are times in my life when I fully understand the joy of living. Last night was one.
I went with a friend to the New York City Opera's performance of Madama Butterfly at the New York State Theater in Lincoln Center on Manhattan.
Shu Ying Li, making her house debut in the title role of Madama Butterfly, was given ovations during the performance and then met with a standing ovation for her bows at the end.
Robert Mack as Goro, Jake Gardner as Sharpless, and Kathryn Friest as Suzuki were superb among an excellent cast.
New York City is beyond one person's encompassing. It's boundaries of experience are beyond any horizon I can imagine, let alone see. It's diversity in all things human is incredibly unplumbable ... unfathomable.
Yet like swimming in the ocean ... all drops of water are connected, and the ripples from my strokes are radiated outward throughout ... even as the ripples of others reach me, no matter the conscious awareness of any given one.
Then there are the times like last night, when the surge of energy is a tidal wave of emotion—of human response—sweeping over me.
And in experiencing being part of this ... knowing that I bring an essential part to the huge wave ... being part of it ... in the close personal involvement with a friend and in the anonymity of the crowd, the audience ... I experience an unbounded joy of human existence.
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