If you read the book of poems "On the Edge of the Apocalypse," you'll find @ericvancewalton's insistence on not forgetting what we were like before this world filled with modernity and forgetfulness.

The author and I have a constant need not to forget how happy we were with the little we had, because among them was human contact, complaining about something absurd, the warmth of people, or anything that seemed absurd to us and is beautiful today.

From this beautiful poem, I'm left with this part:
The divine is still hiding behind these prosaic moments.

Thanks for sharing.

Happy week.

Cheers and greetings.