Very interesting article on Slate about the emotion I crave most from everything in life—politics, friendships, painting, food, sex—and with a wonderful name all its own: Elevation. (I always did love that song by Bono of the same name…)
And near the end there is a discussion of elevation’s counterweight, disgust. This is particularly poignant today, having suffered from a terrible bout of food poisoning at lunch. (Anyone living in Somerville, better beware of Rudy’s on Holland Street.) But nausea aside, my compass always pulls me in the direction of the Big E.
Take a read here: Slate