History is a funny thing. It happens every day, every second, yet we are rarely aware of it.
Sometimes, one can feel history from an object. I remember being at the British Museum many years ago, and the Rosetta Stone was not cordoned off, it was sitting there in the middle of a room, and one could just touch it. I could feel the history within the rock, the etchings underneath my fingers.
There are moments when history itself is palpable, and does not need an object to represent it. Today is such a day.