The Greeks saw Delphi as the center of the world. It is on the steep side of a mountain that descends into a deep ravine and then up again on the mountain opposite. In the spring it is covered in a foam of wildflowers and mist coils in the valley and tongues its slow way up.
Being there is very much like being on a trapeze. It centers you, and the ancient stone pillars stand quietly with you--old friends enjoying the circling mist and the flowers kiss. The history isn't a weight, rather the comfort of old, old niches carved out of the wilderness.
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