Throughout history nothing much has changed. Civilisation still dreams in stone. We still seek to satisfy our hunger for sex and power and deny death by building monuments to those who went before us so the next generation will immortalize us in the same way. There is nothing really sacred anymore. Nothing much to fear or celebrate. Just go about our days meekly, seeking bread and truth and wine and the old stone of a thousand years will hold steady for centuries to come. Like in opulent classical Milan, whose buildings will last millennia just as the thick hair of its women and broad shoulders of its men will hold strong for all of time. They are really experts at passing the time and effortlessly with style. Memory and death and sex still pour from the old stone gargoyles eyes for young poets to weep with because nothing really ever changes, it's all just the will to power, the same drive that throughout Western Europe built empires out of marble and avarice, palaces now occupied by fashion boutiques and quaint little tea-shops, and the marble horse's ass makes no sound and the young girls' sweet smiles more beautiful than the Duomo itself and so the greatness everlasting, made from stone and marble and defies time and therefore also death, is splendid but will crumble too, like the species of love will fall away and leave behind only the dust and wind from whence we came. Meanwhile we photograph ourselves before the king-commissioned horseback sculptures, but they really did believe in greatness whereas now the world is full of lazy tarts and penniless workers who have been living hand to mouth for millennia and even the poets know only the fleeting comforts of high-toned vertical warbling instead of constructing something lasting out of words made of stone.
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