Day 080n: What the monuments Remember … (July 03, 2019)
“Remarkable, if for nothing else, that all of those men and women who have stayed for any length of time in any place for any reason so often leave behind them some monument, some structure of marble or brick or stone – structures that so often stand for far longer than their creators. So that even when the barbarian developers come in with their bulldozers and ‘better plans’, something irreducible of beauty and romance remains behind; not on every hilltop or street corner perhaps, and yet in so many that the landscape still shines & shimmers of those older, more respectful times. At least that is how it seems to those come long after — walking by those tributes hewn or stacked in the starlit streets of the Quarter or alongside that woodland pathway. And those later witnesses ever pause by those stony markers, and at least for a few moments return to those times again. I suppose that is the nature of the monument, be it a carefully stacked cairn in the wilderness or a hastily scrawled carving downtown. The monument does not say that this or that man or woman walked here. No, and yet what he or she felt at one time in that spot continues. The moon that rose over their works then still rises, and as long as the monuments stand, it rises still. The feeling, at least here – just as there – remains the same. The recognition o[f the effort to leave behind something of beauty remains, as does the inspirational intention to further Love &/or some semblance of Harmony thereby.” ~ inspired by Anne Rice
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