"Something happened when personal turmoil dropped by the shrine of the vast, violent, circling, driving, ridiculous, insane, unfeasible, public turmoil. That Big God howled like a hot wind, and demanded obeisance. Then Small God (cozy and contained, private and limited) came away cauterized, laughing numbly at his own temerity. Inured by the confirmation of his own inconsequence, he became resilient and truly indifferent. Nothing mattered much. Nothing much mattered. And the less it mattered, the less it mattered. Because Worse Things had happened."
DISCLAIMER: Not Evangeline Lilly, not Lorelai, not a reincarnated superhero. SORRY. Please no suing, and no stealing. I know how to punch through the internet.