Ozymandius Obscurum

Percy Shelley’s “Ozymandias”

I met a traveler 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.

Reminds me of the Capital Building…

“The biggest lesson of history is people don’t learn from history. And history shows us that even the people that know history, don’t learn from history.” – Jim Rogers.

Being the one who learns from history, I’m quite alone and un-liked.

The grass which grows tallest, gets cut.

Be the change you want to see in the world. But, be ready to pay the price…

I used to think that Earth had only two unlimited resources. Sunlight and Human Stupidity. I now realize there is a third; hate.

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