Culture and the legacy of time‏

The coleseo, a true man made masterpiece that stood against the test of time, a great example where the spirits of civilization and culture captured within the bricks, and the grand arches continues to inspire artists, poets, intellects, historians, philosophers with its presence. 

Lord Byron, the famous poet visited the site in the 19th century. There were many before him and many after. It is a weird feeling that you have somehow shared a similar experience to so many people throughout different generations. Here is how Lord Byron's puts it:

But here; where Murder breathed her bloody steam;
And here, where buzzing nations choked the ways
And roar'd or murmur'd like a mountain stream
Dashing or winding as its torrent strays;
Here, where the Roman million's blame or praise
Was death or life, the playthings of a crowd,
My voice sounds much--and fall the starts' faint rays
On the arena void--seats crush'd--walls bow'd--
And galleries, where my steps seem echoes strangely loud.
A ruin--yet what a ruin! from its mass
Walls, palaces, half-cities have been rear'd
Yet oft the enormous skeleton ye pass,
And marvel where the spoil could have appear'd.
Hath it indeed been plunder'd, or but clear'd?
Alas, developed, opens the decay,
When the colossal fabric's form is near'd:
It will not bear the brightness of the day,
Which streams too much on all--years--man--have reft away.
But when the rising moon, begins to climb
Its topmost arch, and gently pauses there;
When the stars twinkle through the loops of time,
And the low night-breeze waves along the air
The garland forest, which the grey walls wear,
Like laurels on the bald first Caesar's head;
When the light shines serene but doth not glare;
Then in this magic circle raise the dead:
Heroes have trod this spot--'tis on their dust ye tread.
"While stands the Coliseum, Rome shall stand;
When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall;
And when Rome falls--the World." From our own land
Thus spake the pilgrims oe'r this mighty wall
In Saxon times, which we are wont to call
Ancient; and these three mortal things are still
On their foundations, and unalter'd all;
Rome and her Ruin past Redemption's skill,
The World, the same wide den--of thieves or what ye will.

Will our future generations admire our architectures and achievements in similar ways? Will our creation inspire future designs and artistic creations? Let's hope we will draw from our historical foundation thus far and leave behind even richer and more diversified cultural milestones that rivals or even surpasses our ancestors.