Golden Links In Golden Chains

Imagine – well, try to imagine - what it must have been like to a poet of, say,1480 in, say, Florence, that sounds civilised, the day he (probably he) heard for the first time while scratching away with goose-quill, copying what used to be a favourite poem which he’s now beginning to dislike as he copies it for the nth time in hope of getting it known – imagine when he first heard about this new invention called printing which of course he couldn’t afford but which held a golden possibility of a brave new world of mind so easy shared; imagine surfing the internet which has been around longer than – some of our children – so that they might assume that Adam and Eve shared a laptop with a faint scent of figleaves - surfing the internet hungrily for intimate, telling details of some, let’s say, poet-hero, there’s now a chance, that like a heavenly shaft of sunlight through the dark clouds concealing history, you – I – hit upon some link; some interview; some audio, that takes us deeper into that hero’s life than ever we could have hoped for – might we hope that such a heavenly insight, such a golden link in myriad golden chains might be, oh, a mere shadow of some truly heavenly facility, truly heavenly experience, that we may one (day) share?