I am so ridiculously happy I can barely type, let alone think, but for some reason these lyrics popped into my head:
And we can do the zarathustra
We can do the broken fist
We can tear down all the borders
Or abbreviate the list
And when finally the finish line
Emerges from the mist we’ll sound
A soft alarm
I have no idea if it’s appropriate or even remotely relevant, but the euphoria of this song perfectly reflects the jubilation of this moment we now share with the world. No matter how much I wished it would happen, I never once allowed myself to believe it could, and now that we have elected Barack Obama to be our President I am truly at a loss for words.
If you missed it, yesterday’s post has much more.