KryptosSculpturePuzzle  Solution

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                         Ode on a Grecian Urn                                                                                                  Ode on a Grecian Formula

Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness,                                                                                                 Is Truth Beauty ? 
    Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,
Sylvan historian, who canst thus express
    A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:
What leaf-fring'd legend haunt about thy shape
    Of deities or mortals, or of both,
        In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?
    What men or gods are these?  What maidens loth?
What mad pursuit?  What struggle to escape?
        What pipes and timbrels?  What wild ecstasy?

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard                                                                                Is there in Truth no Beauty ?
    Are sweeter: therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;
Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd,
    Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone:
Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave
    Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare;
        Bold lover, never, never canst thou kiss,
Though winning near the goal - yet, do not grieve;
        She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss,
    For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!

Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed
    Your leaves, nor ever bid the spring adieu;
And, happy melodist, unwearied,
    For ever piping songs for ever new;
More happy love! more happy, happy love!
    For ever warm and still to be enjoy'd,
        For ever panting, and for ever young;
All breathing human passion far above,
    That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloy'd,
        A burning forehead, and a parching tongue.

Who are these coming to the sacrifice?
    To what green altar, O mysterious priest,
Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies,
    And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?
What little town by river or sea shore,
    Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel,
        Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn?
And, little town, thy streets for evermore
    Will silent be; and not a soul to tell
        Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.

O Attic shape!  Fair attitude! with brede
    Of marble men and maidens overwrought,
With forest branches and the trodden weed;
    Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought
As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral!
    When old age shall this generation waste,
        Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe
    Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st,
"Beauty is truth, truth beauty," - that is all                                                                                       Love and Beauty are all we see of Truth,
        Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.                                                                          And that is sufficient.


                                   - John Keats   1819


                       Why would you want to help him?                                            BECAUSE HE'S THERE.

                                                                            Sir Edmund Hillary
                                                                     on Ambition

   Hillary was highly critical of the decision not to try to rescue David Sharp, an Everest climber who died on the mountain in 2006, saying that leaving other climbers to die is unacceptable, and the desire to get to the summit has become all-important. He also said, "I think the
whole attitude has become rather horrifying.  The people just want to get to the top.  It was wrong if there was a man suffering altitude
problems and was huddled under a rock, just to lift your hat, say good morning and pass on by".  He also told the New Zealand Herald
that he was horrified by the callous attitude of today's climbers.  "They don't give a damn for anybody else who may be in distress and it
doesn't impress me at all that they leave someone lying under a rock to die" and that, " I think that their priority was to get to the top and
the welfare of one of the... of a member of an expedition was very secondary."

     In January 2007, Hillary travelled to Antarctica to commemorate the 50th anniversary of the founding of Scott Base. ....While there he
called for the British government to contribute to the upkeep of Scott's and Shackleton's huts.  On april 22, 2007 while on a trip to
Katmandu he is reported to have suffered a fall.  He was hospitalized after returning to New Zealand.
-(from Wikipedia)