Via Witchvox:
OZYMANDIAS of EGYPT
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 shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd 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. by Shelley
What of yours would last the longest? Your home? Your silicon computer? Your bones? The jewelery that you wear? The art that you make? The embroidery that you create? Your crystal champagne flute or your child's toy? Dust in the wind. All we are is dust in the wind.
4 comments:
The piece of me that will last longest is the piece I have given to the children in my life. (None of my own). I find myself teaching things to kids that I learned from women long dead, names forgotten by all but me, but their influence lives on, as mine will, anonymous but still living.
Wonderful timing, that, Hecate. And I have one black hollyhock sprouted now.
Thank you for what you're going to do for my grandkids by working for a Dem to give us back out country and our constitution tomorrow.
from Ruth
Every moment is equally eternal and ephemeral.
Substance without meaning is purposeless; and meaning without matter is fanatasy.
It's the only way I know how to get around the multiverse.
I threw a frisbee into the Grand Canyon in 1976. To this day its flight continues in my mind.
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