One Last Magnificent Porous Day
For one brief day the world was porous again. For one brief day we recognised that the invisible world still leaks into the visible. For one brief day—perhaps one final day—transcendence was admitted into the public square in the modern western world, and we all stood and acknowledged it. For one brief day, the immanent frame of our secular imaginary was peeled back and we were given a vision—albeit in shadow form—of what true majesty might look like. And for one brief day, the nation—indeed billions around the world—watched as a Queen, whose every fibre acknowledged that transcendence, was honoured...
