Written in Stone

Our lives are written in stone when we pass. We will never do another thing in this material world and nothing further can be changed. Then as winters come and go and years pass the symbols begin to fade. They weather away and dissipate until at long last nothing but the ghost of our memory remains and the world rushes on in the distant future unaware we ever were.


Our problem as a species is, science. We learned too much. We were better off in the days of dragons, fairies, gods and unexplored lands. Now we have bombs, pollution, overpopulation, and that Venus is hot as an oven. Our knowledge has exceeded our emotions.