So many faces: I discovered the opposite of what has been called the faceless masses last night, as I walked through the bustling city. It is said that there is no problem in thinking God loves us, but that He loves everyone else, just as much — there’s the rub, something we might have trouble comprehending. These expressions of delight, boredom, hurry, tragedy, surprise, wonder, of love and hate, of approval and disdain: in each of the face after face after face, a depth of a life, however far one wished to fathom it: a dream in the corner of each eye, a heart that has once been broken. I wish I could at least say hello to each and every one of the entire crowd of humanity — if only there were time in this day, if only they would believe I were not trying to sell them something.
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