Obama's Triumph; the whole world sighs...

This was a post from myspace, which was actually written by me the day after elections, but i forgot to copy to here... but since i am so into this duality of me,
here it is...

"When i am older and i look back on this year, what happened last night will be a defining moment in my life and the history of our nation. Though i was sitting in a normal bar usually patronized by the terminally cool spouting their regular diatribe of exhaustive exclusivism, by the nuerotically stoic who hang over their beers like woolen trenchcoats, by the depressed after work bunches regailing the gossip and the sadness of their dreary existence... what i saw was all the more astounding for the readiness and eagerness displayed by these less than attentive souls; i saw a room lit up by the light of change, a room so utterly devoid of morosity that it seemed to float on the subtlest of wind. These people were thrilled to the core! They were ready to believe again, to make such life moments sacred again, to hold a stranger's hand again, united in their common hope for peace and fluidity. In that room last night, i saw real magic happening.

But it was not just a spirit felt by the huddled mass at Mad Dog in the Fog. What took place there could be seen in the eyes of young and old, rich and poor, people of any color, background, and state. It was on the faces of every tv screen surrounding us, every person walking by on the street, driving by with the horns blowing and the cheers erupting; the face of a people massed and ready for a brighter day than any of the thousands previous. Their faces held the light just so because of one man, who was chosen to lead them, by the toil of their souls and the desire of their hearts.

This man walked onto the platform in front of a million others, who all shared the same look of light, and he accepted their challenge with the roar of a lion and the passion of a crusader, the intelligence of a sage and the thoughtful bravery of any a righteous warrior. This was the man they all had chosen because he spoke to them, at some given point, to each and every one of them...with his words, somehow, they felt a tug to toward trust & compassion. Through his words, at one point, they were uplifted and transformed. In his words, somewhere, they heard a distant prayer, a call to unify, a song that was yet to be sung.

Perhaps that song was the national anthem, or America the Beautiful, or some such... because, lord did we feel patriotic again! People,like myself, who once may have grunted and moaned over the slightest of reference to their own homeland's "greatness", now took to the streets bearing flags with the idea that had never once occured before: It felt good to be American! (The irony was not lost on us either, but rather brought to mention several times, and we cried, and we cried out...)

But this man...

whose ancestry lie near the cradle of humanity, & whose skin color vastly differed from those who took this march before him, & who made history by merely acheiving this victory; this man is not great for those things.

He is great because he made the room float, and the crowds alight, and the men & women cry, and the anarchists wave flags, and the hope in our hearts a reality, and because, most of all, he made the magic begin.

I will forever remember this day, November the 4th, 2008 as the day our future looked brighter... this day, when Barack Obama took the stage as the next President of the United States.