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Really, Andrew? "Ubiquitous"?
I live in Alabama, not Area 51...although I can understand why some would mistake the two.
Not yet seen a magic trick I believed.
I've felt spiritual, maybe, at a Springsteen concert, but in the sense of blood rising up in my skin, sharing the vibrations of a loud gathering of similarly weird sort-of-poetic cynical-romantic folks, not in some feeling that there's anything more on the other side of the grave than dust.
It's sad but good to assume this is all there is. Less time wasted looking for something you can never have and more time grabbing on to stuff.
Endorphins, orgasms, a long swim, a spontaneous road trip, Richard Thompson solos, Guinness served right, cheap or otherwise wine...some things can leave you feeling quite at one with the universe, for lack of a better metaphor, for a period of time.
But the rest is wishful thinking. Which is kind of an oxymoron. Like unchallenged faith.
