Every trace of their living has returned to the earth now, except for the limestone temples of art and worship. The things made of ambition, which rise higher than daily bread.
~The Lacuna; Barbara Kingsolver
I am always drawn to the concept of leaving traces behind that puzzle future civilizations. The poem Ozymandius, by Percy Shelley, has long been one of my favourites for so beautifully phrasing this sentiment. So when I came across this in The Lacuna I was pleased. Of course Barbara Kingsolver would write such a phrase.