The Weight

Time takes us to these places, where time has a special presence. We can feel the weight of the past pressing down on the moments we spend there. Feel the heavy hand of history pressing the past down on us as though we ought to feel its weight too.

We cannot escape the weight of humanity. We are not free to float above it all, like the birds, seeing it all spread out below as some accident of geography. This is a human created world and we are part of it, still shaping it here even in the act of preservation.

There is a world heavy with history all around us. We cannot pretend that the past doesn’t still exist and that it no longer matters. To ignore history is to live less than half a life.