A handful of books have been written about the potential of masses, the wisdom of crowds. It’s as if an elegance is born out of the seeming attraction — and a beauty emerges from a large, harmonious grouping of things. It’s a grace that can prompt thought, feeling and even action. It’s the stuff that can re-surface the type of hope evidenced in tears and seeming miracles — the kind of meaning that’s bred from a mean.

It’s what fills my thoughts on the eve before Super Tuesday.

Photos from Esther17, tengtan, Pockafwye, Sam Foster and racineur.