It’s a strange experience to see an object that is so familiar and so intimate presented in public as something extraordinary and exceptional.
It’s a bit like discovering old acquaintances that have been somehow lingering almost invisibly inside your home for years, and getting the chance at last to finally strike up a conversation with them.
You can learn things from reading The Unbearable Lightness of Being that you would never glean from any scientific tractate. And you can see things through the Hubble telescope that no amount of poetry could ever disclose.
A good poem is laparoscopic surgery for the mind: it only requires a tiny point of entry, but once it gets under your skin it can transform you.
Full disclosure: I don’t get it. The thrill of the chase, the rush of adrenaline, the excitement of action. My temperament has always been better suited to a vita contemplativa than to a life of Sturm und Drang. I would rather lead an uneventful life than an unconsidered one. Still, …