ooOoOoOAnaOoOoOoo wrote:
History is full all kinds of yuck, like wooden false teeth and out houses. Everytime I see some show about it, I am so happy I am not living back then.
How anyone can be in awe of it is beyond me. Seems like it is something in which to gratefully and gladly escape, go the opposite direction.
I live in a house that was built around the time America signed it's Decaration of Independence.
I've even got an outside toilet too. It serves as my potting shed
I grew up in a town I used to think of as a living museum. It got it's 'city charter' couple of hundred years before Colombus was even born.
There's an 800yr old hospital I had my teeth pulled at as a 12-yr old. I didn't mind because I had already seen the museum and knew that all the old stuff wasn't being used no more. I don't remember wooden teeth. Only enormous syringes.
I always felt priveleged in a kind of way to have grown up being part of history as it were.
Little of what is built now will last to even become history.
Modern society will leave few wonders for the generations to come.
All that will be left to be dug up in couple of 1000 years time will be heaps of used car tyres and Tupperware pots.
The tarmac will long have disappeared...
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roman_roads