Nina Berberova, the author of her autobiography about life in exile, My Italics, talks about the uniqueness of every “average” person.
“Eternity can open up on the footboard of a bus; extinguishing a cigarette butt, we suddenly understand the uniqueness of each individual person; the fragility of the entire world system flickers before the mailbox; in the consul’s office — its own inevitable end, associated with a certain calendar leaf. There is a moment when an «average» person eats his «average» lunch, buys an «average» medicine in a pharmacy — but in the next fraction of a second, everything average in him turns out to be violated by his own uniqueness, and the meaninglessness and wisdom of everything shines through his pale baldness , and in glasses sliding down a sweaty nose, a distance is visible that has no horizon.
Nina Berberova, «Italics is mine»