The sun strikes the top of the Fisher Building and the flat modern facade of the CNA. The light strikes the city, whose landmarks are the creations of different ages and mentalities, the works of egotists and humble builders unknown. We live among these warring monuments, counting the years of their lives, wondering, perhaps, which is greatest and the dearest, and why. Myriad sights like this one flow in through our eyes, pulling crosswise at our affections and allegiances. We live with their deeds.
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