I saw a picture of Yoko Ono staring at the Dakota from across central park (Strawberry Fields) and it haunted me. Great write, though we know this goes deeper than Beatlemania. ;)

this is a lovely tribute not only to Lennon but to your writing prowess. Last week I was racing my chariot round the Circus Maximus, aka, Central Park and passed the Dakota and as was the usual people were huddled across the street paying their respects to a tragedy which will simply not be bayed with strawberries or petals of prayers but it resides in the imagination, to forgive and to live, and can it be otherwise that the solution is not just any run of the mill revolution but the one percolating within oneself and soul separate from all the other revolutions. To each their own method of forgiving, to each their own revolution, I say, to each their own imagining. And I can forgive and revolutionize and imagine the much and even more than much, that is all occurring simultaneously within this ode and without, whether the weather within its framework be fair or foul it matters not, but that you've given it expression is what matters most.