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Originally Posted by djlx2
until the full complex takes hold you can't see the brightness of the future without seeing what damage history made. We only see stages of construction.
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This is true, but future generations won't see "damage." They will not smell the ashes of the past, even if they appreciate its memory from a distance as a sacred tradition. Most people alive today can't see WW2 for the urgency, fear, horror, and desperation it engendered, but mainly as a dramatic prelude to the present. The same will be true of 9/11: It will not be seen as the day we lost the towers by generations that never knew them in the present tense, but as the beginning of the new WTC, conceived in the ashes of its godlike predecessors.
They will not judge Freedom Tower and its colleagues by how well they reflect on the fallen, but rather vice-versa: Critics of future generations will judge the old towers through the lens of their children, and say either "The old towers captured an immortal magic that shone even more brightly in its risen phoenix," or "They were a bland and meaningless corporate edifice transformed into something magical by their destruction and resurrection."
The new 1 WTC is shaping up to be something new in the world. It does not replace, and does not seek to replace, what its predecessors were, but taps into something else entirely. Some of the reflected cloudscapes we've already seen in the cladding to date border on the divine, and it can only get more awesome as the exterior work moves forward.
It is my solemn opinion that this building will come to achieve a status beyond even that of the Empire State Building, and will reach the kind of deep cultural reverence reserved for things like the Notre Dame and the Colosseum. I think we may be witnessing the rise of something whose true depth we cannot appreciate in the day-to-day construction details and incremental progress.
In its reflections, it does not paw at the sky like so many spindly buildings; it does not reject the sky like Brutalist hulks; and it does not express a lonely equality to the sky, like the confident and well-proportioned fallen towers; rather, it
becomes the sky. It melds with it, like a vertical river - sublime music in the form of a skyscraper. And that's just the one tower of the complex: Who knows what wonders will be revealed in the real-world presence of buildings we've only seen as renderings? If the revelations of those cloudscape reflections are any omen, the new WTC will be like the Ode to Joy personified in walls of glass.