IMPERMANENCE
How great do I think I am?
Behold what my hands have created!
Yet here tomorrow this same shrine will begin to erode and crust.
Dilapidation awaits.
The dust and sand will bury.
What once was is now forgotten.
How great do I think I am?
Behold what my hands have created!
Yet here tomorrow this same shrine will begin to erode and crust.
Dilapidation awaits.
The dust and sand will bury.
What once was is now forgotten.