The term ‘nonordinary’ is really confusing, because, at least when I use it, it means something more like ‘the aspects of the ordinary that our perspectives are not yet weird enough to include’. So, actually, it’s all really ordinary. The weirdest stuff we can imagine is ordinary, and stuff a billionfold more strange than that… that, too, is ordinary. I find it suspicious that we keep inventing terms to avoid the incredibly obvious and resoundingly pragmatic fact that the ordinary is actually more strange than the weird, and so the weird mostly represents a peculiar form of misunderstanding. It’s this thing where we have to aggrandize what we are unwilling to admit until, in many cases, it becomes an agent of the divine. Or something similar. An agent of awe. Now, I enjoy a good agent of awe just as much as the next person, but let’s check them for awe-then-ticity, shall we? The ordinary is weirder than the weird, so why not suspend the descriptions and models of it that get in the way of our understanding it clearly, and just explore the ordinary, directly? It’s a lot stranger than any possible exploration of the strange. I know. I’ve been delving into the ordinary since birth. And it makes science-fiction look insipid and conservative in comparison.