Wednesday, June 6, 2012

"You may have the universe
            If I may have Italy."

-Giuseppe Verdi

Monday, June 4, 2012

I saw gilded ceilings. I saw the sunrise over Rome. I saw paintings of great distinction. I saw the palaces of the elite.
I gave an old man a simple sandwich. 
His toothless smile was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
This willful universe, where energy is made-up in tiny parcels of a quantity no one could predict, where speed is not unlimited, where irreversible entropy gives time a real direction and the cosmos, no longer static or cyclic, move like a drama from a real beginning to a real end...

<Lead me to believe in a truth.

A truth that>

is not the conclusion of a philosophical debate on the origins of the universe: it is a catastrophic historical event following the long spiritual preparation of humanity...It is not a system into which we have to fit the awkward fact of pain: it is itself one of the awkward facts which have to be fitted into any system we make. In a sense, it creates, rather than solves, the problem of pain, for pain would be no problem unless, side by side with our daily experience of this painful world, we had received what we think a good assurance that ultimate reality is righteous and loving.

-C.S. Lewis

Rome gets me every time.