![]() ![]() Truly our impacts and impressions are interred with us, or some mark on a dry erase board, with no lasting effects on the world to come. This work, on the forefront of a new philosophical notion, is not to gasconade the deeds of a king, but to excogitate the concept that precious time is fleeting. What greater hindrance is there present than that of time? Humanity’s cupidity to conquer mortality, in the same fashion that we have seemingly tamed the seas, changed the fates of our lives, and enhanced our reality through the convenience of machines, has failed us. The lone and level sands stretch far away. Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!’ The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed: Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, ![]() Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,Īnd wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone ![]()
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