What does it mean to be ordinary people? G.K. Chesterton famously said,
âThe most extraordinary thing in the world is an ordinary man and an ordinary woman and their ordinary children.â G.K. Chesterton
Dante was regarded as a poeta popolareâa poet of the peopleâand he took pride in that title. He was read and loved by ordinary people rather than intellectuals. When I first read The Divine Comedy in the early 2000s, most of it went over my headâexcept for a few haunting images from Inferno.
In the 14th century, however, ordinary Florentine citizens gathered money to establish a Dante cathedra (a professorship dedicated to Danteâs works) at Santa Maria del Fiore. Giovanni Boccaccio was the first one to occupy that cathedra and read Divine Comedy to common city folk passing through the cathedral on the way to work.
Somehow, culture has little to do with intelligence but everything to do with mysticism. Pure intellect is incapable of the one thing from which culture emergesâlove. Intellect shuns emotion and filters out what it cannot see, touch, calculate, or predict.
âIf it canât be measured, it doesnât exist.â Intellect is very good at constructing but very bad at creating.
âThe whole difference between construction and creation is exactly this: that a thing constructed can only be loved after it is constructed; but a thing created is loved before it exists.â Charles Dickens
Ordinary people are extraordinary because they are lovers. They are never professionals but always amateurs (from Latin amor â love). They love, and thatâs why they are capable of creating. What is not loved, cannot be created â it can only be constructed. Constructed reality is artificial. It lacks the Love and Life that all mystics delight in, because they tread on earth and wander in fairyland at the same time.
âThe ordinary man has always been sane because the ordinary man has always been a mystic. He has permitted the twilight. He has always had one foot in earth and the other in fairyland.â G.K. Chesterton
Ordinary people permit twilight. They understand that what they see are particles of light scattered through the atmosphere at a certain angle. And yet, they see twilight. They are mystics; in the scattering of light, they see marriage between heaven and earth. For them, there is no contradiction.
Their mystical gaze pierces through the veil of the physical as an arrow of Cupid pierces the heart with love and desire. They understand that to truly dwell on earth, you must have one foot in fairyland. Without fairyland, there is no earth. With fairyland, there is both heaven and earth.
God himself is a lover, not a professional. He loved twilight before it emergedâthatâs why it emerged. The ordinary person, through their love of twilight, recognizes the essence of twilight. Particles of light is not what it is but only what it is made of. To love is the highest form of sanity. To be in the right mind is to delight in the twilight â in everything where heaven meets the earth.
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