… Few things are considered awe inspiring yet it seems everything is “awesome”. When “awesome” is used to describe the most mundane of things in everyday speech the word loses meaning; I had an awesome burrito for dinner last night versus the awesome power of God. To be struck with awe is to have a reverential respect mixed with fear or wonder. When we say everything is awesome that means nothing really is. You know, like when everyone is considered “special”.
Paganini’s 24 Caprices are awesome. The Sistine Chapel is awesome.
The night sky is awesome. The star filled night sky, not the blotted out sky you see from cities and most suburbs. I wonder sometimes if man’s inability to be awed is due in large to the missing night sky. Where have the heavens gone?
Anyway, don’t mind me. I’m just rambling and feeling melancholic.