The entire affair could have been a case study in whiteness or youth culture, but something transcendent was palpable, too: that strange, larger-than-life connection when the music soars and thousands of perfect strangers share one enchanted moment.
I’ve felt it at concerts and experienced it in worship, and sometimes I’ve sworn the two were one and the same: the keen awareness of being united and alive and the near-audible whisper that something exists beyond all we see, something like home.
I've got a peculiar post up at Deeper Story today. It's sorta about Arcade Fire and really about sex, spirituality, and community. I mostly want to you to click over and read it, but I'm a little nervous you actually will.
So there's that.