On the eve of Scotland’s independence referendum, Yes supporters rallied in George Square to listen to speakers and live music. But it was at the other side of the square, in front of Glasgow’s City Chambers, where the real interest of the evening lay for me: a group of our Catalan brothers and sisters arranged rows of coloured candles to show the Catalan and Scottish flags side by side. When the arrangement was fully lit, the gathered crowd cheered and began to chant “Sí! sí! sí! Yes! Yes! Yes!” A piper stepped into the middle of the square and began to play. It was without doubt one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen in my entire life. I was tearful, and it was so powerful an experience that I left shortly afterwards, unable to take any more. 

What a privilege. What a special time to be alive in this country.

Real isn’t how you are made. It’s a thing that happens to you. Sometimes it hurts, but when you are Real you don’t mind being hurt. It doesn’t happen all at once. You become. Once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand. Once you are Real you can’t become unreal again. It lasts for always.
—  Margery Williams, The Velveteen Rabbit