the sublime

Yet farther above super and superb is sublime, which I encountered early this morning on the UBahn. Sublime is no one talking on a cell phone, no one’s bad music leaking from the headphones of an iPod, no couples fresh out of bed traveling together, whispering, loudly smooching, no one with a relation to anyone else at all that would require them to speak. No one drinking coffee or eating a roll, no one suffering a cologne overdose or a fit of coughing. In fact the sublime seems to have a lot of nothing about it...