Dunking Ganpati into the sea is all about dissolution (more).
Even so, witnessing his mortal remains embedded in the mud tonight brought to mind the enormous ego of past Lords:
‘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.
Unlike the Ramesses II of Shelley’s sonnet on hubris, Ganpati fades without arrogance. He will return again next year.
And the year after that…