A Chasing after the Wind

“Look on my works ye Mighty, and despair!” Ozymandias PB Shelley Proud and magnificent, prosperous and mighty; whether a Pharoah’s statue or a Gothic abbey, eventually we are all worn down and reduced to ruin. Where once existed the radiance of richly stained glass and the solidity of intricately carved stone, each reverberating with monastic chants and faithful prayers, there now remains negative space, nesting birds and forgotten promises. The technology of the past is undone, redundant, destroyed. What is our response in the face of this futility?