Harry Potter Morning Light

Chapter 2929 The Burning Wasteland ([-])
On the Nazca wilderness in southern Peru, there are some patterns that resemble animals, plants and humans. The lines of these land paintings were once considered to be drawn by aliens, because modern people do not believe that the ancients in BC were capable of drawing Such a precise and ingenious drawing.

Later, some people believed that these giant paintings were probably used to indicate the positions of the sun, moon and stars. The position of the lines of one painting was just at the place where the winter solstice was sunset, and there were similar painted patterns on the ancient pottery that appeared near the wasteland. The local drought and little rain kept these giant paintings from being eroded.

On the land of the North American continent, there is also a city that is not as constantly renewed as the others, and has hardly changed since its establishment, even though most of the public buildings were burned in the War of 1812.

Vitruvius's book praised the order of the stars and argued that an architect should respond to a higher spirit when designing buildings, and that spirit there responds to the human spirit.The idea that many ancient structures corresponded to the sky, such as the Pyramid of Khufu, to the "belt" of Orion, did not die with Ptolemy's cosmology.

The cross and the human body are of course different things, but because of the combination of the element of "proportion", Vitruvius believes that balance is the appropriate coordination produced by architectural details. In the human body, from arms, feet, palms, fingers and other small Taking a part out of a part is a property of proportion.

Nature not only endows man with feeling, as with the animals, but also equips the mind with spirit and purpose, and so advances from building houses to other arts and sciences, from brutish rural life to peaceful culture, through the arts , to decorate life richly and beautifully.

Bertin is the queen tailor of "Rococo Rose" Marie Antoinette, but her current style does not have the exaggerated and pleasing details of the past. Ionian style clothes are characterized by delicate and rich folds, soft Elegance calls for soft, light fabrics, and muslin is the way to go.

In Vitruvius's book, the main feature describing the Ionian is its capitals.Also mentioned in the opening chapter is the Carian column, which Pomona saw in the Louvre, replacing the column with a "goddess" wrapped in a robe.

There used to be a place called Caria, which was reconciled with Persia because it was an enemy of Greece. Later, there was a war with Greece, which ended in a glorious victory for the Greeks. All the men in the city were slaughtered, the city was burned, and the women were taken captive. As slaves, they were bullied forever, and they were not allowed to wear the costumes of their own nation, and they were punished on behalf of the city-state.In order to pass on this story to future generations, architects at that time designed images of them wearing Greek costumes and overloading them in public buildings.

There are also Persian colonnades, and the Greeks made captives in barbarian clothing support the roof, making the enemy shrink back in awe of their victory.

With the passage of time and the loss of documents, this period of history was once forgotten. People thought that the Goddess Column and the Persian Column were an art form and did not have any commemorative significance.

When Georgiana came to the reception room where the archbishop was interviewed, it was actually pitch black, and the curtains were drawn, and she could only see the dark silhouettes of a few people in the dim light. She didn't know whether to go in or not.

"You said that God represents the unknown and darkness." The archbishop's voice came from inside, "With God, you don't have to be afraid."

"Who else is in there?" Georgiana asked.

"We don't intend to hurt you." A strange voice said, "I just want to ask a few questions."

She touched quietly the quivering flower on her wrist, where her wand was hidden.

So she calmly walked from the sunny corridor into the dark room.

"You can't come in, soldier." Another strange voice said.

"Ma'am!" Figel said softly at the door.

"You heard me," said Georgiana quietly, "close the door."

"I'm sorry, it's my duty. I can't let you out of my sight." Figor said seriously.

"Just to discuss a few issues, you don't need to close the door." The strange voice said at the beginning.

Georgiana didn't say anything anymore, and turned to look at the three people in the room.

"It's really unexpected, Archbishop." She smiled relaxedly, "You actually prepared such a surprise for me."

"Why didn't you punish those troublemakers?" said the strange voice on the left.

She didn't know how to start it.

"What they are making is a reasonable claim that they have the right to assemble peacefully and unarmed without prior approval," Georgiana said.

"But it doesn't apply to open-air gatherings. What about the police that day?" said a strange voice on the right.

"I don't know, I was at a party that day," Georgiana said.

"Is there any other preparation?" The strange voice on the right said, "The first governor arrived in Brussels before you, in order to make preparations in advance?"

She felt that she could not continue to talk about this topic.

"How is he just enough to punish sinners and yet just enough to forgive them?" Georgiana asked.

"what?"

"You forgive the sinner and make good among the wicked, and that is a kind of justice, so that there is no conflict between the just punishment and the just forgiveness." Georgiana said "His paths are of mercy and truth, and all paths are is just."

"We are not here to debate the scriptures with you," said the voice on the right.

"I can't answer you what I don't know, I just tell you my true thoughts." Georgiana said calmly, "Otherwise, how do you want me to answer you?"

No one spoke.

"Do you believe in God?" said the voice on the left.

"I don't believe it, but it doesn't stop me from understanding him," Georgiana said. "It's better not to believe in God than to believe in the wrong way."

After all, this is not an Inquisition, although it is so dark that it looks scary.

She was thinking wildly.

"Why don't you lie?" the voice on the left asked. "A lot of people ask that question and say they believe it."

"When you tried Galileo, did he lie?" Georgiana asked.

"You've seen the interrogation transcript." The voice on the left said "May I ask why?"

"What and why?" Georgiana asked.

"Why did you prevent the First Consul from publishing the French version of the transcripts of the Galileo trials?" asked the voice on the left.

She did not speak.

"Why are you silent?" said the voice on the left.

"How will you punish me if I don't answer this question?" Georgiana asked.

"We will forgive you," said the voice on the left.

"Then I choose not to answer that question," Georgiana said.

"What about you?" said the voice on the left "Do you want to know?"

She looked behind her, and Figo was looking inside.

"We trust her judgment," Figol said.

"These kids trust you, will you do what they expect?" said the voice on the right.

She still didn't answer.

"We came to see you to see with our own eyes what kind of person you are." The voice on the left said, "not to be distorted or beautified."

"I'm just an ordinary person." She said calmly, "You can see you everywhere on the street."

"Some people say that you are as beautiful as Helen, and we can only maintain reason in the dark." The voice on the left said.

"You want to discuss fashion with me?" Georgiana asked.

No one spoke.

"The cause of this matter, what is your real purpose?" said the voice on the left.

"Rousseau said that when all people are united and fighting for a goal, such a country has vitality. I just want to eliminate contradictions."

"Not because you want to imitate Queen Catherine?" said the voice on the right.

"I learned her method, yielding to force is only forced by conditions. What can arouse wonder and awe is the starry sky above our heads and the morality in our hearts."

"Have you seen Kant?" asked the voice on the left.

"I have a library," she said with a smile.

"There is a philosopher named Lambert, and Frederick the Great also received him in the dark." The voice on the left said, "What do you think about recent events?"

"I'm just a woman, how do I know such a big thing?" Georgiana said coldly, "Men never bring back things from the outside world."

"Then how could you..." The voice on the right stopped suddenly in the middle of speaking.

"Lambert says we orbit a dark center." The voice on the left said "not even a glowing star."

She figured Lambert meant "black holes" or something.

"What do you think?" the voice on the left asked.

"I don't know," said Georgiana. "I don't understand what you're talking about?"

"You!" the voice on the right said eagerly.

The archbishop laughed, "I told you she was funny."

"Just chatting, you don't have to be nervous," said the voice on the left.

She is not nervous, she just has someone as a pillar to prop up the roof.

She just wants simple happiness, why is it so difficult?
(End of this chapter)