It seems that noble qualities are valued in proportion to how publicly they are witnessed, and the more public, the more elevated, the more elevated, the more isolated.
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The elderly woman was about to leave with her bagged items, and the conveyor belt was moving. I quickly reached into my wallet, took out a 10-spot, and touched the elderly woman on her arm. "Excuse me, ma'am, I think you dropped this."
There is a long history here that primes this moment -- a history of learning to identify and relate with life's essence regardless of its form. I haven't always been this sentimentally attuned.
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