And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"

Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
-Percy Bysshe Shelley

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”

“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone,     Stand in the desert.......Near them, on the sand....
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”

Nothing beside remains. Round the decay of that colossal wreck,
boundless and bare ,the lone and level sands stretch far away.

The Psylence project is garrisoned in fabled mythological india. as an adolescent cherub it was always the ceaseless fervor and endearment towards mellifluous and euphonious resonance of music and dance, that served as nourishment to his ever evolving intellect , anatomy , soma , and anima. it was from this very wellspring of infatuation that he had ,  with the frolic and twirl of harmonious rapture, that jostled and prodded , and inevitably thrust him into the psy trance orbital preserve. it was the mystic , ethereal , martian , and jovian frequencies of the psy trance realm that piqued his delight on a rather inquisitive elevation. after eons of an elated harken to the trancedance frequencies ,  the Psylence dj project was nurtured , nourished , brooded over and consequently conceived. the musical palette of the Psylence project is one of outlandish , obscure , bizarre  , extraterrestrial and chauvinistic tribal resonance.  the frequencies and tunes of this tribal truant fabricates a devious and melodious design that will teleport all the animals, freaks,  and the zany ,  to a center within themselves that enables an established parallel interdependence with the mystical , metaphysical and cosmic. the music and the soul become a cosmic analogy that will transport the individual to portals dwelling amidst the divine and ethereal realms. the Psylence project has been making ripples and oscillations in and amidst the psytrance populace and party spheres, and has performed and enthralled at some of the biggest psytrance gatherings in and around the indian psytrance circuit. the Psylence project is the quintessential epitome of how music can personify , and manifest as a concoction between a stargazing time traveller and his staunch dedication to all gross and intrinsic perspectives of anthropomorphic terran existence.

The fathomless reverberations and environments that this project will conjure  , will baffle and mesmerize the dance floor aliens . it is this absolute brew of tenacious presence and willful transcendental invasion that act as a driving force to reckon with. the music of the Psylence project serves as the ecclesiastical writings of the venutians ,  and the energies discharged  from this music act as catalysts that procreate a stimulus for esoteric and obscure connections to otherworldly dimensions. the ideologies and philosophies the Psylence project manifest ,  serve as an elementary methodology one can adopt to procure one way tickets to the cosmos… all we have to do is prance and cavort to the euphoric euphonies of  the Psylence project and embrace the boundless , the immeasurable , the infinite , the incalculable , the limitless , the colossal , and , the prodigious. it is through this warm embrace that we will profoundly recognize the  link that  we have with the universe , the cosmos and all the divine spirits that govern our magnificent creation.

boom bholenath !


I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”

BY PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY
Shelley’s Poetry and Prose (1977)

My name is Ozymandias, Prince of Princes;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

"I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away."

~profligate profiling~. 

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