Everything here speaks now, as it did centuries ago. Of illumination, of blinding joyous illumination. Light acquires a transcendental quality.. it is not the light of the Mediterranean alone, it is something more, unfathomable, something holy.
Here the light penetrates directly the soul, opens the doors and windows of the heart, makes one naked, exposed isolated in a metaphysical bliss making everything clear without being known.
The rocks themselves are even quite wise mad even as they have been lying for centuries exposed to this divine illumination… lying very still and quiet, nestling amid colored shrubs in a blood stained soil… a soil of centuries of civilization, history, revolts and love of life.