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Uriah Heep might come to mind. Or humble pie. Or your humiliation that may rankle still. Or what you have inflicted knowingly or not. Humbling in athletics, Humbling in the mirror encounter. Humbling as age reflects on things undone.
But there is a more buoyant use of this term, a positive connotation if you will. A liberation. For we are humble by the spectrum variegated ever in motion. Aye, by the reality of its continual motion. And the vibrancy of its massive multitasking. Turning every theory into crushed cosmo-pills that may wash away tomorrow then be reabsorbed in a newer declension.
Humble is as humble sees. As humble sees reality. And bows to its redemptive. Its redemptive incomprehensibility.
