Rome - You need only take a few steps along a Roman street of sampietrini before you are so fully embraced by history that visions of time stretching infinitely outward from every moment are inescapable but to walk the streets of Rome is to confront both triumph and tragedy. Colossal pillars float megalithic blocks above our heads, craning our necks in awe, while water cascades down carved rock into coin-filled crystalline pools. A brilliant sun leaking through stained glass, casting saturated sunlight onto crucifixions and corpse-filled crypts. We stand in wonder at what man can make beneath our feet, centuries of blood soaked stone. Everywhere we looked was a clash of opposing forces dark versus light, ancient versus modern, life versus death. This city brings clarity to that which we make unnecessarily complex.
Life is simpler when it is made of stone. That is what we learned from our time in Rome. We witnessed there a permanence that set in stark relief the recycled lives we’d lived back home—a lather, rinse, repeat existence progress in the name of posterity with no connection with the past we’d paved over along the way.