How small are we?
And so full of self importance ...
Travel expands perspective. Today we ventured to the Convent Carmo. A shell of a building left standing in homage to the devout. Built in 1389.
In 1755 an earthquake sent 170 clergy and women of the cloth racing for cover. The Library was saved and historical documents carried away while the building tumbled.
Between 1911-1912 the structure was rebuilt and the majesty on the hill was back in action. Serving Christian's and the poor countrywide.
In 1969 another Earthquake took the building down and militant rebels made the ruins their home.
So many reinventions.
Such prime real estate.
Perched on one of the many slopes that make Lisbon, Lisbon.
Now the home of the republican guard and a tourist attraction, this tribute to Christian heritage, cataloging, historians and perseverance made me ponder how crazy insignificant I am.
How small? How young? How trivial?
Really! When set side by side with a monument that even the earth tried to destroy, not once but twice...
How small are we? really?