Romancing Italy

I know I've many times looked at the churches around Italy as grandiose and
overwhelming, but nevertheless beautiful (mostly the structure from the outside as the inside is usually a bit too ornate for my taste). In their enormous shadow I can't help but feel puny and humbled and I enter the towering doors with a sense of awe and respect.

Today I am feeling a little desolate and as though I have lost something and find that those pillars are not so subjugating as before, the immensity is not so awful as it is comforting. What in one mind set was colossal and overpowering becomes in another perspective a symbol of strength to those who pass beneath.