Perhaps you’ve heard the story of Pale Male, the red-tailed hawk, who made his bizarre pilgrimage to New York City and determined his perch to be directly across from Woody Allen’s Fifth Avenue balcony window. His every feather magnified in the cross hairs of an alien fan club, he ignored the applause and focused on furthering a tradition; one that proved hawk scripture amazingly adaptable.

Watching the massive steel girders of my own familiar perch ‘ping pong’ to the ground in less than an hour has led me to ponder my own life-support structures. Were they real or illusion?

Will these shoes make me an Olympic contender? Will there be love without sorrow when I adorn this new scent? Will this ‘very special’ water quench my thirst?

Such contemporary fairy tales held a strong pull; they paid my salary. However, the moments that resonate most are un-certifiable, without documentation. They connect to a larger story and erupt from the deepest recesses of the human heart where, unbeknownst to the world, a monumental life-changing response occurs.

None of these moments are recorded on my resume.

This scripture revolves around a crown whose end results, by Wall Street standards, appear rather dismal:  i.e., crucified, buried… surely a non-capitalistic experience, and yet -- one that rises high.

When confronted with such a scepter, one can retreat to familiar ground, or like Pale Male, lift your wings and with all respect to the rational universe, cross the great divide towards home.

Roz Dimon worked as an artist/designer at the World Trade Center/World Financial Center from 1990 to 2001 and lived within 12 blocks of Ground Zero. This piece which she calls a contemporary icon was created after attending a traditional icon-writing course at The Glenn Workshop sponsored by IMAGE Journal in 2004. It is her first Dimonscape^®, more of which can be experienced at www.dimonscapes.com