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A stele ( /ˈstiːliː/, historically /ˈstiːl/; Greek: στήλη stēlē; plural: στήλες stēlēz), also stela (plural stelae /ˈstiːlaɪ/) Latin, is a stone or wooden slab, generally taller than it is wide, erected for funerals or commemorative purposes, most usually decorated with the names and titles of the deceased or living — inscribed, carved in relief (bas-relief, sunken-relief, high-relief, and so forth), or painted onto the slab. It can also be used as a territorial marker to delineate land ownership.
Stelae were also used as territorial markers, as the boundary stelae of Akhenaton at Amarna, or to commemorate military victories. They were widely used in the Ancient Near East, Mesopotamia, Greece, Egypt, Ethiopia, and, most likely independently, in China and elsewhere in the Far East, and, more surely independently, by Mesoamerican civilisations, notably the Olmec and Maya. The huge number of stelae surviving from ancient Egypt and in Central America constitute one of the largest and most significant sources of information on those civilisations. An informative stele of Tiglath-Pileser III is preserved in the British Museum. Two stelae built into the walls of a church are major documents relating to the Etruscan language.
Hello friends! It's been too long.
You know we miss this, but if you think
we'd like to do it all the time then...
YOU'D BE WRONG!
The great myth of achievement and success...
There's no control.
The golden path to happiness?
I'm not in a band for the fucking stress.
"Decisions to be made!"
Ride it out while we can?
"I don't want to get a job and go work for the man!"
Put my life on hold and get in the van?
The great myth of achievement and success...
There's no control.
The golden path to happiness?
I'm not in a band for the fucking stress.
It's a strange place to be,
A bit of fun opening up opportunities.
If you look at it objectively,
it's only our egos that benefit from taking most of these.
The great myth of achievement and success...
There's no control.
The golden path to happiness?
I'm not in a band for the fucking stress.
The compromises we make,
they get easier each time.
Until we don't know where we are