Worldquake

As I watched the television, flippantly, furiously shifting from news channel to news channel (CNN, MSNBC, CNBC, ABC, CBS, CNN, NBC, CNN…) in the hopes to find different information than what was on the previous, it became clear to me that what was happening was not just secularized to our own fragile country, to our own present infrastructure. Rather, in every sense, this was the initial shudder on a global scale, a deep thunderous ripple that grew and quickened outward into a gargantuan wave that began in the heart of the North American continent. I watched in moving amazement as it up-rooted everything from its foundation and leveled virtually all things in its wake. It was only going to get louder. And I knew then and there that no one anywhere would ever be the same again

My eyes were pasted open as I witnessed masses of people dashing through streets screaming in Chicago, D.C., New York City. My eyes were unfastened oculars of awe as I observed people in Japan outside their homes staring onto jumbotrons weeping and holding their faces in their hands. I watched uncontrollably as legions of citizens in Greece, Australia, Africa and Europe, and even at the ass-end of the planet itself quivered and leaped with emotion at this truly shocking eruption. No one, it seemed, was spared the rumbling, reverberating and unseen force that pushed its way like an enveloping corona of disbelief. It was quite factually a worldquake on a scale unapproachable to any recently recorded moment of the Common Era. For, on November 4, 2008, forty-four-year-old African-American Senator Barak Obama was proclaimed forty-fourth president-elect of the leader of the free world- The United Sates of America. A new birth of some kind felt corporeal inside, and I knew, as the tears of joy rappelled down my face, that no one anywhere would ever be the same again.