Too Much History
I gained an enormous appreciation for how young America is when I was in London. Our history is a mere blip on the timeline of societies. Thankfully, much of that history is preserved in some way or another. The Victoria and Albert Museum is incredible. It is enormous, and every room is impressive. You could spend a week there and not see the entire museum. The Winston Churchill Museum was okay, but the highlight of that visit happened after I exited and I found a perfect English gentleman sitting outside, bowler cap and all. I wanted to pick him up and hug him, but instead I took a picture.
Next stop was an old operating theater, where we watched an hour lecture and amputation demonstration. I loved it, but some of the other tourists were less excited about the graphic descriptions. There is a small museum associated with the operating theater, and I saw something miraculous: frankincense and myrrh! They are real things! I never knew what they were, but I held some of each in my hand and felt very connected to Jesus. Kinda.
The funny thing about the old medical museum was that it was awfully similar to a torture museum I once saw in Italy. The devices were practically identical, with different names. For example, both museums had devices for opening a cervix, and both had restraining tables. The list goes on…
And now here are some clouds. I have nothing to say about them. They looked nice.
