Humanness

Last night after reading in the Abolition of Man, I found myself reveling in all that was distinctly human. I was riveted by the vivid orange of fresh cut butternut squash, unabashedly intoxicated by the smoky odor of sesame oil, and unspeakably thankful for the bluesy sound of acoustic guitar. Candlelight, caramelized onions, sparkly nail polish, snugly babies, leaves swirling outside, poetry, music, love. These things are unspeakably valuable because the enjoyment of them is to delight in being human. To say they are unimportant is to lose your soul.