Old Photos
Old photos are like time machines. And they remind us that the same archetypes have always been with us, dressed or coiffed differently from decade to decade, but always those certain faces and stances and demeanors recur endlessly. Some might consider such an archetypal chain as effacing and eradicating our individuality, demeaning that miracle that is produced in every "I". But for my money, it reveals a great Mystery, and connects us with every Us that has ever been. It is resonance, not replacement. I wish there had been cameras at every epoch. I am certain we'd have seen this march of recognition right through to the very beginnings.