The Unfinished Symphony

Thirteenth century italian, one of the minds that really gave shape to western civiliz tion as we know it. In order to ever feel satisfied, we would have to eat at every single restaurant in the city. Have every experience, travelled to every country, every city, every natural wonder of the world. Because we are finite, the end result is restlessness. We live with this in his language, turmoil of man. I just seed a little bit more of this, alittle bit more of that,. Little bit more of her, him, this, that, the other. Is the unfinished symphony. That feeling is the human condition.