The principle for Day #43 on the 101-day book report says: "Spend moments in awe."
I think there is something awe-inspiring about this gorgeous Spring day--warm breezes, blossoms on the trees, and the smell of brats on the grill. Maybe I'm just tuned in because of something I heard the other day.
On NPR Sunday, This American Life did a show about life in prison. Parts of it were really gruesome.
And then this guy came on who was locked up in South Africa for something political. He described how "undead" he and his fellow inmates became as malnutrition dulled even his ability to see colors.
When he got out, everything was fresh and bright and magnificent. But he noticed that the people around him didn't see the colors. They had become zombies to their own self-involvement.
So maybe awe has it roots somewhere deep in our suffering. Like a masterpiece yet to be painted, it's just a reflection of something that's always been there.