When do ideas leap from the mind, to paper, and into the wild?
I was thinking this thought while I gazed at Ancient Rome. Though garbed in traffic, pollution, noise of the now, nothing can mask the fact that it has laid bare to all – it is gazing at us with very old eyes. Eyes that have seen it all – a different culture, a different way of life, a time when a ton of stone was but a plaything to regale a population.
An idea that was realized. A creation that withstood the test of time.
From the mind, to paper, and into the wild.
And then, preserved.
By accident, by design.