Panorama

stems

' Engraved in stone.

Capturing the world before.

Here are legends and cultures envisioned through only the books of printed text. These scriptures written in modern day time only show a facet of the nonpareil and mysterious civilizations that were once here before. Their origins are unknown, analogous with their sudden disappearance yet they leave their mark on the world. Tall statures of proud leaders, sacred Gods, and celestial glyphs of their religion decorate the cracked and worn earth we stand on today. Their presence never left which fills my veins with warm blood: they weren't forgotten.

They were filled with purpose, you see? Everything was akin to the naturals of their surroundings yet they thought beyond the brick that they made. The built walls, more importantly they built palaces engraved with their life's story for everyone to share. This was the time where they created something beyond themselves: an idea, an eternal way of living. They become these immortal beings as we continue their legacy by researching. We try, with clouded minds, to decipher their meaning( maybe to reconstruct back our own meaning that we destroyed so long ago.) Only when we persevere that we realize how ultimately complex and deteriorated our existence, or rather purpose, really is. But few remain, determined to find out what was so valuable to them that we just don't have. Based on the precise architecture, anyone, regardless of ethnicity or intelligence, can look at these ancient civilizations and realize that they knew what a life was supposed to be. They could define it, worship it, appreciate it.

So why is it now that we can't appreciate what we have, what we're given? Why is there hesitation when before there was certainty? How exactly did we lose all legends and knowledge from the ones who are one of us?

These metropolises were constructed to align with the cosmos. Their sacred practices were remembered, and anything below excellence would not be allowed. They were ahead of their time, and sometimes I think, even with the technological advancements we have today, we are behind of what we were born here to do.

Even in today's iridescent life that we have created, our LED lights will never compare to the illuminated gaseous clouds of cosmos that our ancestors lived with. Sometimes, the roots of our existence is better than the withering stems coming from it.