Reflections
It's one thing to read of it.... Text can lie. Prose can be shaped. And quite another to be convinced in person.
Oh, Rome might well fall into disrepair - of this, I've been told plenty. Just as I remain adamant it need not be inevitable. That, should I return, I can do my small part to perhaps save it from such a fate.
But Gaul? Now there's something else, isn't it? Not the slightest bit of guidance. Save, perhaps, from echoes of the past. Thanks to us or not, look what it becomes.
Look what Rome could become.
I suppose we all come from tribes, in the end. It matters only who the gods favour.
Oh, Rome might well fall into disrepair - of this, I've been told plenty. Just as I remain adamant it need not be inevitable. That, should I return, I can do my small part to perhaps save it from such a fate.
But Gaul? Now there's something else, isn't it? Not the slightest bit of guidance. Save, perhaps, from echoes of the past. Thanks to us or not, look what it becomes.
Look what Rome could become.
I suppose we all come from tribes, in the end. It matters only who the gods favour.