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My inner Art History class was burried deep in my psyche for decades until now. Having travelled in Greece as a young man, I went on a spiritual quest in Santorini, which led me into a cave where I meditated daily for several weeks. I also visited numerous chapels where tourists seldom go, and wondered how they left out the Eastern Orthodox paintings and iconography in my college classes. Later when I travelled through Turkey to India I got even more curious. My mind was blown in India where I saw very early Buddhist paintings. Parsi, Mugal, Islamic and Hindu temples, and on to Nepal where I spent a few months. That was back in the 1990's. I dont think this sort of spiritual year off is done very often these days because of geopolitical events. I had no internet. No cell phone. Just a pad of paper. I wrote a journal, and despite my efforts to preserve the numerous epithanies, I failed. The journal, like many other memories were simply lost. I went back to my old life, changed jobs a few times, fell in love, got married, changed jobs, retired, moved out of the city to the country to reflect.

Thank you for reminding me of that journey. I am not motivated I will write it down and finish my spiritual journey. We have so little time left, and so much to do.

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