When pastures are liberated from the graze of locusts, 
golden horizons will reveal vestiges of decaying 
monuments. In oceans of ephemerality we seek to become 
imperishable. In streams of eternity our immortality is 
fleeting. When this life fades I'll be at rest, for I'll 
have detached myself from my worthless legacies. I have 
cherished my possessions and I have forsaken simplicity: 
materialization of the spiritual and spiritualization of 
the material. I hope they sear the pillars and great 
walls of my Alexandria. We waste our days assembling vast 
shrines upon disbanding sands. Our greatest 
accomplishments consist of having conquered empires of 
stone. When this life fades I'll be at rest. "All the 
glory in the world can be gathered in a grain of corn." 
Within the illusion of reality and the reality of an 
illusion, constellations remain invisible but not 
nonexistent. Let's build a sphinx of meaning that never 
weathers.