rameses! colossus!

I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert... Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on those lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear: "My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!" Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away. – Percy Bysshe Shelley, "Ozymandias of Egypt".

The stars speak of man's insignificance in the long eternity of time; the desert speaks of his insignificance right now. – Edwin Way Teale.

two possibilities exist: either we are alone in the universe or we are not. both are equally terrifying. – arthur c. clarke.