Recently I have been repeatedly overwhelmed by the sheer beauty of human beings. It’s not an intellectual thing. It’s just a speechless delight.
Sometimes it’s when I’m watching a game of soccer and I see the beauty and energy of a young man running across the field. I felt it when I read about the courage and skill and determination of the three Americans who attacked the terrorist on the train in France last week. Sometimes I watch a child in the supermarket and feel it. Today I was introduced to Josh Goban – whom I’d never heard of. But as I watched the video, it came over me again.
If somebody tried to tell me perhaps ten years ago they felt this way, I suspect I would have felt an impatient irritation at such sentimentality. And I can’t explain it myself. Even now, I doubt if I were actually talking to anyone reading this post, I would dare to try to express what would probably sound like claptrap. Maybe it’s a gift that only comes to super-rational people like me with getting old.
But despite everything, despite the terrible horrors we are inflicting on each other and on this amazing world in which we live, despite the fact that we are all going to die and move into we know not what, I think the privilege of being part of this amazing incredible mysterious beauty makes living my life a treasure beyond measure.
I can no other answer make
but thanks, and thanks,
and ever thanks.
Shakespeare – Twelfth Night