The last post, Monumental, featured a dark monument to Sir Walter Scott
A monument is a sort of epitaph in stone. And often as lifeless as the departed.
But it is the words of great writers like Scott that live on, timeless and relevant.
Summing up what we ourselves cannot articulate.
I wish to god that I personally had not to go through a recent hellish time in my life when those words were way too relevant – but I am glad I clung to what was dear.