Empires rise and empires fall.
Such is the cycle of Samsara.
Broken statues of lion and elephant attest to the power of long-fallen kings.
Temples, still venerated, stand testament to the age-old human need to worship something or someone greater than oneself, or at the very least, transcend this existence.
Despite our protestations, I suspect we are all animists at heart.
Here it is no different.
There are rean tevoda with fresh fruit offerings to the anito wherever I look.
Buddhist and Hindu mythologies continue to intertwine, by now almost inextricably.
Lord Vishnu wears orange robes, and temple spires appear in sets of five, reminiscent of those of Mount Meru.
We marvel at that which remain, and then we post about it on Instagram.
I cannot help but smile (cringe) at our Western arrogance, our delusions of invincibility.
What will be left for those who come after us to marvel at, now that we’ve digitized our empires?
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