on the 15th of April 560 years ago,
in the third hour of the night, (renaissance florentine time, about 22.30 for us)
the great mathematician, architect, painter, philosopher, engineer, physician, anatomist, writer, musician and all-round genious polymath Leonardo di ser Pieri da Vinci was born in Vinci, a small village in the Republic of Florence.
He was a procrastinator, but still passionate about his work. Incredibly intelligent, considered extremely handsome by everyone who knew him, an alleged homosexual, a scientist, a chemist, an innovator and an inventor. His last words were "I have offended God and mankind because my work did not reach the quality it should have.":
He was either a perfectionist or a manic depressive. One of the greatest minds ever to walk this earth, and yet he was noble, humble. Modest and kind.
He was so much more than a masterful painter. He was
the Renaissance Man. He is the ideal. The real deal. And still he was so very human. He produced so very little physical art, and at the same time such an incredible legacy.
Leonardo once said "Poor is the pupil who does not surpass his master."
The Homo Universalis can hardly be surpassed. But he would have wanted us to try.
And that is an inspiring thought.
(This isnt meant to be funny or anything. I am dead serious.)