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On the cold stone floors of a monastery nestled in the hills of Calabria, Italy, monks toiled silently, grasping at civilization like a wisp—it would be gone soon if they failed to catch it. Hunched over pieces of parchment, their ink-stained hands formed letters, painstakingly recreating faded texts. The monks at Vivarium, and the thousands more like them who unceremoniously copied manuscript after manuscript by hand, were just as much heroes and defenders of the West as Charles Martel or Leonidas. It was in the quiet confines of a monastery that the West was preserved. And it all started with a monk named Cassiodorus. Join this channel to get access to special perks and support our mission:
