Delightfully in the dark for an hour or so
Twitter couldn't crack it.
It didn't break on Facebook.
No network had an insider. TMZ didn't get the scoop.
For a little over an hour yesterday, the entire globe was in the dark, wondering who the new Pope was. The Vatican proved that a big story can still be told on someone's own terms without the big details dribbling out on social media, the web or even cable TV. It came out just the way the Catholic Church wanted it to, on its own terms and by it's own historic methods.
White smoke. Waiting. Wondering.
And wasn't it cool?
For more than an hour, the globe found out that a secret can still be kept. It's a strange thing for someone in the media to admit, but it's more than just a little refreshing. When is the last time the planet sat as one, unaware for any extended amount of time? When is the last time we shared an experience, as one, without someone spilling beans or wrecking a cliffhanger with a "spoiler alert"?
We live in a world where everything is viral, where no one stays quiet, where privileged information is anything but, where hot scoop is something to be served up via cell phone or keyboard regardless of embargo. How many hit TV shows can keep their series finales quiet until their actually air without some tabloid wrecking the suspense?
And wasn't it great?
The only thing better than a unique experience is the anticipation of same. In a hurried, worried world we seldom get a chance to savor every morsel of a vacation or momentous family event because, well, we're just too damn busy getting ready for it. Then, it happens and, all too soon, it's gone. Hope you rolled video.
We had time Wednesday. Time to think. Time to anticipate. Time to speculate. Time to soak in the history we were witnessing as one.
Catholic or not, that is something to celebrate of and by itself.