The Daily Spectacle
October 20th, 2020 by G.
I saw a motorcycle followed by a tiny truck followed by an old van going down my street. Close enough it was almost a procession.
It caught my eye.
But the real unusual thing is the people, no matter what car they drive.
Each one a little world, an unfinished symphony, an avatar of themselves.
Every passerby is a parade.
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October 20th, 2020 06:04:43
C.S. Lewis
October 20, 2020
It is a serious thing to live in a society of possible gods and goddesses, to remember that the dullest and most uninteresting person you can talk to may one day be a creature which, if you say it now, you would be strongly tempted to worship, or else a horror and a corruption such as you now meet, if at all, only in a nightmare . . . There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal . . . it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub, and exploit–immortal horrors or everlasting splendors.