Roads go on
While we forget, and are
Forgotten like a star
That shoots and is gone.
On this earth ‘tis sure
We men have not made
Anything that doth fade
So soon, so long endure.
- Edward Thomas, “Roads”, The Ickneid Way
We did see some monumentally disturbing signs of the times on our recent roadtrip. Here's a taste:
What about dinosaurs? BOLO: Dinosaurs!
"It is a common and just Observation, that when the Meaning of any thing is dubious, one can no way better judge of the true Intent of it, than by considering who is the Author, what is his Character in general, and his Disposition in particular."
We may have discovered an unknown species of dinosaur on the roadtrip.