This is one of those afternoons. I want to be somewhere else. Not that Florida isn't beautiful. It has even gotten cool enough that Thanksgiving will feel authentic to my mid-Atlantic soul.
But I want to go adventuring. I want to walk on paths that are eternally old, but new for me. I want to go to Rome. I want layers of history, and layers of beauty, beauty of varying ideas and ideals. Layers of ideas of beauty. I also want to go to Rome to eat. I want the energy and flow and sound. I want to know what it feels like to touch something a couple of thousands of years ago. I think it would be settling, that there is a stillness in the center of my soul that would feel matched, and I would quiet around it. Almost like a going home. Perhaps in the sense of a great aspect of Western culture, it would be.

Would the sun feel foreign or familiar there? Would I hear music in the sounds? Would the bells be right? Would the air caress my shoulder like an old relative? How do we recognize our history? It is not the facts of the thing that I am missing. I want the sense knowledge that comes from emersion. The level of perception one feels when walking into a well structured building.
There is deep, visceral sense of relief that happens when I am in contact with the result of such complete competence. " Learning bears fruit when it is applied.Wisdom, of course, can be pursued for its own sake: there is even beauty in it. But, truth told, one never really knows if he is wise or not until he sees the results of trying to apply it." L. Ron Hubbard. Rome seems to offer all that. www.thewaytohappiness.org @waytohappinesstampa