inanimate it is not very surprising that they take no notice of us. That, of course, is true. It is not the physical objects that I am speaking of, but that indescribable Something of which they become for a moment the messengers. And part of the bitterness which mixes with the sweetness of that message is due to the fact that it so seldom seems to be a message intended for us, but rather something we have overheard. By bitterness I mean pain, not resentment. We should hardly dare to ask that any notice be taken of ourselves. But we pine. The sense that in the universe we are treated as strangers, the longing to be acknowledged, to meet with some response, the bridge some chasm that yawns between us and reality, is part of our inconsolable secret.”

- C.S. Lewis, The Weight of Glory

The clip below makes me want to avert my eyes.  What starts out as a great opportunity takes a dive into a shouting match that kind of reminds me of the digressive, aggressive comments that inevitably seem to congregate below most videos on YouTube:

Gives me the same feeling as this scene: