There is something amazing about being in York (where I am today) and standing in front of the statue of the Emperor Constantine.
In the year AD 306 Constantine was, at York, declared emperor of the Roman Empire. It’s sort of odd to stand here, in these latter times, and reflect upon such an august history.
The idea of one individual reigning over the entire known world is very foreign to our modern view of things. And so I admit to a certain romance, an unloosing of possibilities, in revisiting this particular ancient history.
I would love to have met this man, this conqueror of worlds. And if I had met him, what would I have said? Maybe just this: “Why is Istanbul not Constantinople?” 🙂
C’mon. That’s nobody’s business but the Turks.