I love people. Nature’s good, and animals are pretty sweet, but of all God’s creations, humankind is my favorite. Niagara can’t hold a candle to a newborn baby. There isn’t a Kodiak bear alive which is more fascinating than the most wizened, wrinkled old Jewish New Yorker. And not even the most resplendent sunset can compare to a couple in love.
I didn’t always have this crush on our species. In fact, I wasn’t even aware of it until the past couple of years, and even then it took until the last few months to really start blossoming. Thinking over it, I’m finding that my interest in humanity has a handful of anchors: first, I’m a writer, and writers write about people. You have to crawl out of a whole series of convoluted hoops to not write about people, because everything you say comes from a human perspective: yours. People are intensely fascinating. It boggles my mind that there can be so many autonomous beings around the globe, each with their own rich and deep set of memories, each with their own hopes and aspirations, each with their own web of relationships. It’s so cool.
Second, I’m an artist. Now, it’s fairly easy to make art that isn’t about humans at all, and most of mine thus far has been like that — photographs of flora and sidewalks and such, 3D renderings of landscapes or rooms, drawings of sunsets, etc. Putting humans into art is perhaps one of the most difficult things to do, because we’re highly attuned to what they ought to look like, and if the representation is even just a little bit off, our human detectors start blaring. But of course it is possible, and when it’s done well, it’s amazingly powerful. Humans are beautiful. Even the “ugly” ones. Hair, noses, eyes, arms, feet — poignant, even striking. There’s something so wonderful about humanity that I can hardly stand it.
Third, and perhaps the overriding theme here, I believe we’re the children of God. And while I certainly didn’t go around thinking, “Well, we’re the children of God, so therefore I ought to think humans are beautiful and grand and fascinating,” I can’t help but think that the inherent godhood within each of us is a large part of what has got me so smitten by the human race. Sure, humanity can sink to depths almost beyond imagination, and by no means do I intend to paint a rose-tinted picture of our people, but even in our darker moments I’m still utterly captivated. We are the most interesting things in this universe. (At least to me. :)) Mankind is the proper study of mankind, someone once said. (Pope? Alexander, that is, not Benedict or John Paul.) And I believe that. The rest is interesting, to be sure, and I don’t intend to stop studying any of it, but the pinnacle of interest, the peak of fascination, the summit of surprise is us, the sons of Adam and the daughters of Eve.
Go us. :)

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