What happens if we spend all day exposed to the extremes of life, to a steady stream of the most improbable events, and try to run ordinary lives in a background hum of superlatives? What happens when the extraordinary becomes ordinary?
The good news may be that it cultivates in us an expanded sense of what is possible for humans, and for human life, and so expand us. The bad news may be that this insatiable appetite for supe-superlatives leads to dissatisfaction with anything ordinary.
I’d like to think that redefining the ordinary means that the base level of comparison lifts higher. As long as we aren’t chasing after a unicorn, and that the ‘new’ ordinary is achievable in some way, this is OK.