Eat you heart out, King Ozymandias. Our CO2 monument will last longer than yours.

Oh the folly of humankind, the hubris. How many of our forebears have striven for immortality only to have their works crumble like so many grains of sand. It’s a sad story that’s oft been told, perhaps no better than by the Romantic poet Percy Shelly in “Ozymandias.”

Ozimandias, you will remember from your high school days, was the guy whose statue, according to the poem, had the following engraved at the base:

“’My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:

Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!’”

Powerful words. But all in vain: for the mighty king’s statue had become a “colossal wreck, boundless and bare” in a