Setting the Scene: I was sitting on the El this morning on my way to work. I’d nabbed Ms. Absimia’s MP3 player on the way out the door and was listening to it while looking about the train car (Andrew Bird’s Bowl of Fire). I was wearing my sunglasses which are still a bit of a novelty to me as they are prescription and I can actually see while having UV and glare protected eyeballs.
“I love my sunglasses”, I think to myself because they let me examine people without feeling like I’m intruding. On the Nomad, Andrew fires up “How Indiscreet”, one of my favorites. I’m looking at this woman standing by the door. She’s tall, very light brown hair which is crinkly curly and pulled back into a loose ponytail. She’s dressed simply, a dark blue cloth trenchcoat sort of thing with a fuzzy scarf, wearing little or no makeup and she has large lips (kind of like Angeline Jolie lips). I’m looking at her pretty intently, she looks vaguely like somebody. I can’t really place it though…hmmmm…the Bam! It happens.
She becomes beautiful, like an inner glowing sort of beautiful, like an angel sort of beautiful. I’m glad I’m wearing my sunglasses now or I’d really be caught staring. I look around the car. Standing next to me (I’m sitting down) is a shortish guy, sort of sad looking, reminds me a bit of Jonathan from Buffy and he is beautiful too!. The clean cut lawyer guy with the brushed metal coffee cup, beautiful. The hispanic mother with her lovely child, beautiful.
All over the train, well what I could see of it, everyone looked perfect. Not perfect in an Aryan-Pretty-People sort of way. Not perfect in a Lincoln Park Trixie sort of way. Perfect in a Shakespeare sort of way (“In form and moving how express and admirable”) or in a Plato looking beyond the world of forms sort of way. It was like I could see their ideal selves, maybe the way they see themselves or the way they would want to be perceived. It was like seeing their souls. It was wonderful.
I don’t know how long it lasted, just a few minutes I guess. It faded away as I was watching all agog. Those wondrous creatures became plain old people again just like you and me. But the memory lingers on. I love humanity.