“In twenty to thirty thousand years memories become legends and legends become superstitions and even the superstitions become lost. Metals rust and corrode back into earth while the wind, the rain and the jungle erode and cover stone. The contours of the very continents change—and glaciers come and go, and a city of twenty thousand years before is under miles of earth or miles of water.”Fredric Brown book Letter to a PhoenixLetter to a Phoenix (p. 337) Short fiction, From These Ashes (2000)
