In praise of an inconsequential life – Part 1

May 25th, 2006

I believe in living an inconsequential life.

I reside in a relatively small city.

I work at a relatively small company.

I am not famous, viagra sales malady nor do I wish to be.

I am not rich, find nor do I aim to be.

I believe in a life that doesn’t strive for external meaning, because I believe that ultimately no human life has much meaning for anyone except the person who lives it.

What about rich, the powerful, the famous, you may ask.

I answer with one of my favorite poems.

by Percy Bysshe Shelley

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 shattered 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 these 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.

Entry Filed under: Philosophy

2 Comments Add your own

  • 1. Wm. Clement  |  May 26th, 2006 at 12:35 pm

    I’ve always wondered where that quote came from. Thanks. I may have to read more now. Like I need any MORE books!

  • 2. tee bee  |  May 27th, 2006 at 12:44 pm

    Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair! is the line I always think of when someone’s throwing their weight – real or imagined – around.

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