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Donald Gallacher's avatar

Just a thought, but I've found that the sublime can reside in the smallest of things as well. It's just a matter of a perspective shift: 'this is just a grain of sand, but a grain of sand among many, on a beach which is one of many in a country, which is one of many etc etc'... For me it's about context.

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Lewis Coyne's avatar

That's a great observation - the small leading to the huge! Thanks for sharing 🙏

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Ms. Billie M. Spaight's avatar

I totally agree. When I went to London, England, we met with some of my husband's relatives. Our group walked around (I rolled in a wheelchair) and we came to the Parliament buildings. The sun gave the yellow stones a golden cast, making the complex glow as if lit from within. I felt a great silence, as if history were beckoning me. Awestruck, I could only utter: "So, this is where it all began. . . ." No one asked me to clarify that cryptic comment, and I could not fathom what caused me to say that. Maybe it was about how the U.S. imitated the Magna Charta or some other form of British law. All I know is that I felt a mystical union between myself and those golden buildings. That was sublime.

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Lewis Coyne's avatar

Thank you for this beautiful comment, Billie. And I'm so happy that my capital city had that effect on you!

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Ms. Billie M. Spaight's avatar

You are most welcome. I didn't know you were from England. I've been twice and I loved it both times.

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Shel's avatar

I don’t think so 💁🏻‍♀️

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