I came face to face with my mortality yesterday while visiting a Chapel with walls and columns lined with thousands of bones and skulls here in Evora. A poem on the wall was perhaps a little wake-up call as to what’s really important in life.
Are my company.
I have them night and day
In my memory;
Many were honoured in the world by their talents,
And other vain ornaments
Which served vanity.
Maybe in Eternity
The reason of their torments!