posted on Jul, 31 2014 @ 07:22 AM
originally posted by: TheXoor
In some way all of human culture is as ephemeral as a soap-bubble. Magnificent things like the gardens described here take hundreds of years to
create and only days or weeks to annihilate forever. Who knows what has been lost? We see only the tip of the iceberg .
"I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away."
-Percy Bysshe Shelley, Ozymandias
edit on 7/31/2014 by KarensHoliday because: (no reason given)