“It is hard for me to see beauty in many of man’s wonders,” he admits, voice haunted by memories. “I was there when it was built. I saw the lives its foundation was built on. It only stands because a great many suffered. The same with so many of man’s marvels—the pyramids in Egypt, the Great Wall in China, the Colosseum in Rome.” He shakes his head. “You see a marvel, but I still see the blood those stones were baptized in.”
