Is it all lost?


My favorite of Raphael’s paintings


In the Galleria Borghese today, we saw several paintings by Raphael, one of the titans of the Italian Renaissance — who died on or near his thirty-seventh birthday.


At the base of the Spanish Steps, we saw the house in which the English poet John Keats died, at the age of twenty-five.


So much talent.  So much unfulfilled potential.


It’s not an argument for life after death, of course.  But it’s certainly a reason why we might hope that death isn’t the end.


Posted from Rome, Italy.