We Forgive, If There's A Market For It
And now I want to sleep.
I’ve never seen so much art and yet been so singularly un-moved as I was at The Vatican. Large bosomed women gnashing their teeth from the edges of hell while crusading white men ride triumphantly over the whole universe. The directed tour of Musei Vatican forces you through no less than five gift shops offering mouse pads signed by John Paul II and photocopies of letters from the Vatican’s secret vaults – but my personal favourite was the Galileo pen for just €10, it’s good to see all can truly be forgiven once a buck is in their eyes.
The real emotion came from the beggars plying their trade outside the enormous brick walls of the Holy See. One woman had the most hideous affliction; her hair falling out and being replaced by a weeping puss and a scalp the colour of freshly dropped blood.
Michelangelo’s Sistine Chapel was the only exception to the cluttered and garish – little has changed in all the years since he and others went to work on that room, with it’s simple architecture yet exquisite artwork. There are so many stories but it is the centre of the roof that pilgrims, families and the purely curious come to stare at. There, man reclines lazily as God and his angel’s strain and stretch to touch the peak of creation. It’s a perfect study in the folly of man and the lengths to which God is willing to go.
Greek Salad and a beer for dinner and bed for me.
I’ve never seen so much art and yet been so singularly un-moved as I was at The Vatican. Large bosomed women gnashing their teeth from the edges of hell while crusading white men ride triumphantly over the whole universe. The directed tour of Musei Vatican forces you through no less than five gift shops offering mouse pads signed by John Paul II and photocopies of letters from the Vatican’s secret vaults – but my personal favourite was the Galileo pen for just €10, it’s good to see all can truly be forgiven once a buck is in their eyes.
The real emotion came from the beggars plying their trade outside the enormous brick walls of the Holy See. One woman had the most hideous affliction; her hair falling out and being replaced by a weeping puss and a scalp the colour of freshly dropped blood.
Michelangelo’s Sistine Chapel was the only exception to the cluttered and garish – little has changed in all the years since he and others went to work on that room, with it’s simple architecture yet exquisite artwork. There are so many stories but it is the centre of the roof that pilgrims, families and the purely curious come to stare at. There, man reclines lazily as God and his angel’s strain and stretch to touch the peak of creation. It’s a perfect study in the folly of man and the lengths to which God is willing to go.
Greek Salad and a beer for dinner and bed for me.
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