If Chicago is " City of the Big Shoulders" then Times Square is a " Symphony of Souls in Chaotic Parts." Manhattan is as big and sweeping as a Copeland score and as dark and tormented as Kafka.  Times Square is alive - an intense swirling confluence of God's humanity. I sense I'm sitting through a majestic review of all earthly possibilities: love, hate, hope, despair, confidence, madness, success, misfortune, nobility, dishonor, good health, infirmity, beauty, vulgarity, inspired heights, gutter lows, courage, cowardice, right and wrong. I walk the streets for hours taking in the lights, the music, the art, the pain...the absolute magnificent wonder of it all. A castaway comment from my father echo's in my thoughts, " there's a million ways to live this life." Yes dad...there are.