Here I’ll start from the beginning, in order to give due credit to each of the unique places I have been able to visit of late. In the beginning there was Milan, a city bustling and alive with fashion. I took the better part of one day walking about; I toured the central Duome and rested there, a silent observer of 11 am mass. I measured the ornate walls and cut glass with my eyes up to their domed ceilings, and imagined men, both those good and those greedy, striving (if only in word) to become more pious throughout the ages. Old cathedrals are indeed beautiful and command reverence while, to me, boasting simultaneously of a deep mystery they themselves will never fully discover. They evoke awe without warmth, a notion of a God austere and highly ceremonial. I walked back out into the light of day to an old woman beggar aside an alley. At greeting her I remembered those things plain and simple, the mysteries of a God of love unfurled before me.