Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. May be true...otherwise how else would He have corrected unintended creative mistakes.

Empires, little or big, are ever shaky and fragile

Existence is flitting, but ground is always firmer and

souls are indestructible

Enduring are only love and humanity

Triumphalism is ever short-lived, but

Thanks is tear wiper

Appreciation is a succor to the exhausted

Recognition is a trophy to the 'worker bees'

But, again it is on going onward journey towards yet another bog

Thou shall maintain high animal spirits regardless for there is no other way