As scions of historicity we have our virtues.
We are selfless, brave, modest, self-restrained, devoted and patient.
Our sense of ‘taste’, though, may be distorted.
That which is complete and mature in every culture…
That which is noble in works and men might still be beyond us.
Can we glide with our cultural heroes over halcyon seas?
Do our eyes respond in kind to that glint of cold perfection
which gleams out from the golden shore?
Are we not halted in our tracks by those traces of the miraculous
that occasionally greet us from our hidden depths?
Continue reading at Stuart France