Just a little bit…we are all broken! You can’t walk around admiring ruins without seeing their beauty, even in the brokenness. If they were perfect, they would have little appeal to us. We honor them by their “test of time” durability, acknowledge the history they give us. We recall the battles and eras that changed them. We call them “amazing,” “beautiful,” “awesome,” “spectacular.” You get the drift.
It would be pretty wonderful if we could see our own aging that way. Deep thoughts on a Sunday evening.
I blame it on the pasta.
No wine with the pasta then????
Ha! Plenty of that, too!