|The Monastery Within|
Fading into the distance, the arches of the monastery at Imperia Vecchia seem to connote the passage of time. The tiny figure staring out at the far end might symbolize the smallness (or perhaps the significance) of the individual, in the stream of human history.
How do you think about your life? Do you regard each human life as significant or as just a grain of sand blowing in the wind of the cosmos? How do you reconcile your own smallness and subjectivity with the vastness and competing interests in the universe?
My particular accommodation is to look for beauty every day, in nature and in the people I know. What works for you? What activities, goals, or values do you turn to when you get the existential "blues"?