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Suddenly Bishop Michael curry was preaching at me, emphatically, about the power of love. ‘Love is the way.’ My friend, an atheist, tried to interject and be cynical, and I slapped him on the hand and said, ‘You are ruining this for me!’ I’m sure my eyes were wide, like a cherub on a chapel wall. He was emphatic, soulful and best of all, fearless.

When love is the way — unselfish, sacrificial, redemptive, when love is the way. Then no child would go to bed hungry in this world ever again. When love is the way. We will let justice roll down like a mighty stream and righteousness like an ever flowing brook. When love is the way poverty will become history. When love is the way the earth will become a sanctuary. When love is the way we will lay down our swords and shields down by the riverside to study war no more.

By the end of the coverage I looked around at the scene, which I had created with my friend: two pizza boxes in front of us, and tea cups, soda water bottles, blankets, cardigans, ashtrays, books in piles on every available surface. The scene is like a rumpus room taken over by two delinquent teenagers who are unhealthily binge watching a Netflix series, or also maybe like the carnage of some kind of sacred celebrity worshipping ritual.

Source: The Royal Wedding was psychedelic, magic and subversive