On my walks through the woods, I came across a spot: 42°5’29.76” N 12°53’4.56” E, a small space no larger than 50 m². There, sunlight filters timidly through the trees for just a few hours a day. The stream, Fosso Maricella, is barely a trickle of water, its hypnotic sound accompanying the stillness of the place. In this tiny corner, scales take on a whole new dimension: the small contains a universe, and time seems to follow a different rhythm.

Parmenides’s hometown… for me, a clue, and further confirmation.

The magical tradition has always existed within us. And it will always resurface.

It does not come from India, nor from Tibet, nor from Zen monks, nor from an ancient Native American tribe. It comes from our hearts, from the stars, from the primordial sound that resonates through everything.

1. The Horus amulet or stele usually takes the form of a stone slab depicting the god Horus in the form of a child (Harpocrates) standing on two crocodiles and holding other dangerous animals such as snakes and scorpions.

The Sibyl of Tibur used to walk here… would they see this as her underworld?

Grande Cascata ai Tivoli nella Valle dell’Inferno.