"Non ita semper erit".
Such a simple sentence, but deep. It means "It will not always be in this way". It's latin, but I couldn't find the author. I read it on the wall of a palace, right upon the doorway, and it immediately caught my attention. I've been studying latin for a lot of years, and I'm still studying it. I love how you can learn so much from something that is so far from you. I mean, the latin language that I study was used during the first century b.c. It' s a lot of time ago. So why can I still understand what those authors have written? How is it possible that I can still empathize with them?
My answer is: the emotions, feelings are the same. They didn't change through the centuries, the millenniums. We cry, get angry and furious, rejoice, we are scared and stupid and irrational as much as we were at those ancient times. Humans used to love and hate, we still love and hate. It's a costant.
That's why the Homeric poems can still entertain us, that's why Sappho's poems can move my soul and Catullo's can make me think that I feel exactly like him.
It's the surreal magic of the eternity.
