There are two other places that I visited, that left me with an almost mystical feeling of "connectedness" to the world and to the past. After I graduated highschool, I spent some time in Europe with my mother. We went to England, Wales and France and visited a number of places there by train. One of the trips took us past the White Horse between Oxford and Cotswolds - a figure of unimaginable magnitude and age, roughly a three thousand years old carved by a people we no longer know for a reason, we don't understand. Yet, it still has the power to humble.
G. K. Chesterton, The Ballad of the White Horse
Before the gods that made the gods
Had seen their sunrise pass,
The White Horse of the White Horse Vale
Was cut out of the grass.
Before the gods that made the gods
Had drunk at dawn their fill,
The White Horse of the White Horse Vale
Was hoary on the hill.
Age beyond age on British land,
Aeons on aeons gone,
Was peace and war in western hills,
And the White Horse looked on.
For the White Horse knew England
When there was none to know;
He saw the first oar break or bend,
He saw heaven fall and the world end,
O God, how long ago.
The other place, evokes a similar imagery of age and wonder, but in a different way and it was Westminster Abbey. Here are the shadows of men and women who shaped the world and culture we now live in. Who left behind words, art, philosophies and political landscapes still in effect today. Kind, cruel, indifferent, powerful, ambitous, visionary, eloquent, petty, magnimous...there was set a of stairs so worn each step had a deep groove. How many feet trod them? Walk inside and you are walking over the dead and brushing shoulders with history. It sent a chill through my spine.
Nice place to visit, might want to live there. 
