The spark of life is not gain, nor is it luxury. The spark of life is movement, color, love. And furthermore, if you really want to enjoy life, you must work quietly and humbly to realize your delusions of grandeur.
~A Soldier of the Great War, Mark Helprin
I love that. Working to make your delusions of grandeur a reality. So less fatalistic than the perspective usually given to seemingly impossible dreams.
And on this dreary and drizzly May morning in DC, I’m spending the day treading the long and dusty path from Rome to Saint Angelo with Allessandro and Nicolò, listening to reminiscences about life in Italy before the war, falling in love with the girl next door, and dreading the devastation that is to follow.