“When man is young and bares his teeth and holds his head held high,

He stands astride the mountaintop and lays claim to the sky;

I am god, proclaimeth he, the lord of all I see,

And every beast and fish on earth shall bow and scrape to me;

But when man is old and cold of bone and grey and long of hair,

His flesh shall feed the rich black soil

The mountains do not care.”

-Old Uvur Rhyme