In the wake of today’s eschatologically relieving sideshow, I found myself checking the bookshelves at Mom & Dad’s house this afternoon, needing something to read while taking a little break. I pulled down In the Days of the Comet by H.G. Wells, and found this epigraph, from Hellas by Shelley.
The World’s Great Age begins anew,
The Golden Years return,
The Earth doth like a Snake renew
Her Winter Skin outworn:
Heaven smiles, and Faith and Empires gleam
Like Wrecks of a Dissolving Dream.
Wait, read it again, OK? Then read the last couplet again. Wow.
Metaphor 