I was thinking this morning about Atticus Finch and how a normal person gets thrust into a situation where he becomes a giant. A giant in an inestimable sense but the glue hand that holds the matter together and without whom it all falls apart. A reluctant and humble and inobvious hero, he seems to blend into the woodwork. Flawed or ordinary men called to measure up have provoked admiration in novels many times and I also think of Wilber Larch in that same category. An example again of the ordinary as extraordinary. It gives me the message over and over again that, "the medium is the message" and what we have fallen into, often inadvertently, is where we belong. IE, we are placed. May be that's too crazy for some people to accept but some of us anyway see an intentional plan that is not part of our determination. Atticus Finch and Wilber Larch just fell into it and measured up.
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