Like a tree, in which there are three blackbirds, but one of them is actually just a regular blackbird.
On the one hand, yesterday’s election results want me to take everyone by the shoulders and remind them: Hey, it’s okay! We still belong to one family, the family of man. Life goes on. Obama is just a guy, and if there’s one thing I’ve learned from Donna Summer, it’s that there is no guy who can make life not worth living.
But seriously, here is a book which reminds you most gorgeously of the timelessness of human experience, which perdures with dignity no matter which clown is in the oval office:
This is the book version of an exhibit which collected over 500 photos from 68 countries, interspersed with illuminating fragments of verse and prose. I looked through this book maybe twelve thousand times when I was growing up, and I think I remember every single image in it. I consider this book to be an absolutely essential part of a basic education. There is no message; it simply shows you what life is like. It’s completely accessible, not overly arty — but never descends into cliches. Magnificent.
On the other hand, there is this (WARNING: uses the f-word):