A complicated musing on insufficiency
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.
Just this. It’s all shifting sands.
The sands shift, cleaning the slate. But we have the memory of the created, fleeting beauty to comfort the loss and inspire us anew to build another day.
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.
Just this. It’s all shifting sands.
The sands shift, cleaning the slate. But we have the memory of the created, fleeting beauty to comfort the loss and inspire us anew to build another day.