Poetry is marked by its intensity and justaposition of images, the layers of meaning and interpretation, the voices searching for truth. The Vatican museum is very much like an unending poem, one verse at a time-- such intensity, meaning and such universal searches for God, truth, beauty, man himself Do you remember reading T. S. Eliot, when each page had half a page of footnotes? So complex, hard work, but very rewarding. Sometimes though, we must stop and consider one image at a time to fully delve into the poem. Considering images separately, but also together
fulfills the arduous pilgrimage.