Friday, June 14, 2019

Confession of a wayfarer …

… David Brooks’s ‘The Second Mountain’ | Commonweal Magazine. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

The hound caught up in New York’s Penn Station. Brooks was getting off the subway “surrounded as always by thousands of people, silent, sullen, trudging to work in long lines.”
Normally [he continues] the routineness of life dulls your capacity for wonder. But this time everything flipped, and I saw souls in all of them. It was like suddenly everything was illuminated, and I became aware of an infinite depth in each of these thousands of people.

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