I feel so sorry for future archaeologists. As we stood, looking at the work of unknown builders from millennia ago, I couldn’t help wondering, what are we leaving them to discover? Will our towers of glass and steel still be there, or will they have been replaced by newer ones, built to be ten feet taller? Will it even matter anyway? We have photos and videos, news reports detailing their construction. What mysteries will be left to uncover? Bits and bytes don’t fade away, they don’t get eroded by the wind or carried off like some piece of stone to build another wall.
But that’s what we’re leaving. It’s is something more and something less. Something longer lasting and more fleeting. Not stone or brick, we’re leaving ideas.
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