My older, wiser brother who ran engine rooms delivering ordnance to the men facing death at the orders of their commander in chief, who'd described the rooms of WWII propaganda posters in the American Legion headquarters basement as he engineered the comprehensive upgrade of the HVAC systems, sent me the link;
I recommend it as slipping into a pool of human experience almost beyond description;
certainly beyond our incessant talking-as-buffer-to-experience.
Peeling off the layers of whatever, we feel again
