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John Pawlak: The beauty of impermanence

 

"My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings. Look on my works, ye mighty and despair!”

So wrote the English poet, Percy Shelley, in 1818.  Ozymandias, once all powerful and feared, and now nothing remains but fragments to remind us of his reign. The grandeur of a king falls into dusty ruin and oblivion, much like the decaying face of the Great Sphinx of Egypt.

Ozymandias is a metaphor for the impermanence of all things.

Humans, however, believe that they themselves are eternal, their fame destined to live on in historic perpetuity.

Sorry folks. Even a diamond isn’t forever.