Chateau La roche

Rather than giving mundane physical information about this abnormal and quizzical habitat or even my own pilgrimage to said castle I will direct the reader to: www.lovelandcastle.com to garner such information; excepting of course my personal information which is likely (as it should be) of little interest to you or myself. Instead, my discourse will be concerned with the individual versus the collective and the stunning personal achievements of Sir Harry Andrews (which the website above details, if you're interested in the external facts.) Briefly stated, this man essentially built a castle with his own bare hands (with the help of local boy scouts...) To me, he's a representation of something astounding and miraculous; a solitary man who transubstantiated his intimations of otherworldly purity, his numinous stirrings, his longing for divine order and his transcendence of human ability (which is always incommensurate with what an individual is truly capable of) to create something that is at once both deeply personal and full of macrocosmic meaning. The fact that it's been added onto after his death in the most supramundane fashion imaginable (most likely by someone he loved and trusted. Terrestrial love and trust are blindnesses. They necessarily deaden the senses of perception to survive. Conversely, there is mature, lasting love that requires understanding, empathy and a cooperation of the entire human organism and extends beyond the object based terrestrial love to spill into the possible and more importantly into the impossible) is a prime example of how the en massed personality can destroy anything their hands touch. Previously, this caused me deep and abiding anger, but I can no longer help but feel profound sympathy for the sorrowful and tragic condition of modern man that lays waste to both the created and the possibility for creation.