Everything is temporary
Stone dissolves. That gives you perspective.
Massive jungle trees envelope an ancient stone monument, like some giant snake swallowing its prey and I can’t help wondering how the builders felt standing on these walls. It’s magnificent, even 2000 years later. They must have felt they had created something timeless, something permanent.
Elaborate inscriptions and detailed carvings cover every surface, but they're fading, barely discernible. Thick walls topple, huge structures implode, mountains of stone crumble. This monumental work of men is subsiding quietly into the dirt.
Stone dissolves. That gives you perspective. My worries seem tedious, feeble by comparison. If mountains are temporary, what then of me, of my troubles.
