So, nothing happened, right?
This virtual world into which we umbilically plug ourselves as fetuses to nourishment is both unique to our times and predictive of a likely future that is disconnected from all previous history. We are between ages, which probably explains the explosive instability around the globe.
Not since early humanoids first stood upright and began the march toward civilization have people been so disengaged from each other as well as from the natural world. While parents battle young children addicted to iPads, iPhones, iEverything, terrorists create bloody havoc and marauders topple historical monuments to placate contemporary anxieties.
In the midst of such chaos and the potential for doom, it's little wonder that a solar eclipse captured our imagination. Even though a total eclipse of the sun occurs somewhere on Earth every 18 months, this one was extra special primarily because it was ours, stretching over a 70-mile-wide swath from sea to shining sea.
But mainly, The Great American Eclipse was needed -- not to make America great again but to make it real. In an age of narcissism and alienation, the eclipse provided not a rare event in the millennial scheme of things but a rare moment shared by humankind throughout the ages.
Shielding our eyes from the retina-burning infrared light of the magnificent and terrifying sun, we turned our faces to the moon and remembered that out yonder and beyond, there is something far greater than ourselves. What a relief.
And, yes, it is good to be back.
Kathleen Parker's email address is firstname.lastname@example.org.
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