The soul and body of Amerikkka was writ large. Thousands in their thousands coming back from the most proximal experience of Hashem they are wont to experience, bumper to bumper (cheek to cheek) on the highway, miles turning into hours like the journeys of old, their chariot becoming more and more like a sardine can coffin, turning for reprieve for body and bowel to the rest stop, only to find it painted and reeking.
The 10 miles made into 3 hours made into 1 wet log or splash or mound are a greater trinity than the catholic.
That brown bordering on green bordering on yellow was more the eclipse than the ding an sich.
Unironically, yes. I had to pull off the highway yesterday so that a member of my party could explode out both ends into a McDonald’s toilet.
