The year was 2014. I was on the towpath and approaching Fletcher’s Cove from the north. I must have been on foot since I started biking once again only in 2016. It must have been early morning since that is the time that I usually run. Just south of Chain Bridge one comes upon Mile Marker 4 on the towpath, and shortly after that, a concrete spillway for the canal that allows overflow water to get to the river. Then, further south, before Fletcher’s Cove itself, a truss bridge (that earlier used to carry the B&O Georgetown branch railroad line) carries the Capital Crescent trail (CCT) over the canal and the towpath. On the side of the bridge for the CCT, just beside the trail, I saw the some graffiti with the following words:
“In the space between right and wrong is where I will find you.”
A very recent search reveals that the poet Rumi might have said something that seems somewhat similar, but not the same:
“Somewhere beyond right and wrong, there is a garden. I will meet you there.”
But, at that time, back in 2014, the original words I had read stayed with me. I was trying to understand what it meant even as I ran. Did it mean that nobody is perfect? I am still not sure what exactly the words were meant to convey, but I would like to think of this message as a comment on the human condition. I still think about it.
Splattered Brains 