Italian Reflections (Cont.): The Platypus Travels Part VIII
This little mound of earth is as close as we can get to the final resting place of Julius Caesar. It's the mound upon which his corpse was cremated. Whatever survived the burning was scattered when barbarians sacked the temple. Lamentable, but sic transit gloria mundi. If ancients paid his corpse divine honors, we moderns have kept up the custom as best we can. It's what he would have wanted. We may not believe in the genius of his house, but we believe in the genius of his will-to-power. The gods change, but the worth-ship remains.