It was with great scorn that I was dragged into this museum by my trade ceramic-daft friend. My protestations about how boring this place would be fell on deaf-ears and I eventually spent one of my 5 precious site tickets on what I thought would be one of the worst experience of my life.
How wrong I was.
I would liken my first step into this museum as similar to the first step into a giant cathedral. A deep, ethereal feeling of something much greater than myself fell upon my shoulders. The beauty of the place, the exquisite exhibits, the informative yet charming plaques; everything was perfect. I spent the best part of 4 hours pouring over every facet of this ceramic utopia, making sure to photo each detail no-matter how minimal it may have first appeared.
There was a hole in my life once my belief in Christianity faltered, a feeling that I was lost; directionless, in a busy and unforgiving life. That hole as been filled with trade-ceramics and, with God as my witness, I pledge to devote my life to the study and appreciation of these stunning pieces.
Now I truly know what it is to feel alive.
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