How do we decide what will last? And really, will anything last at all?
'“It’s Calder,” she murmured beneath her breath. That was the way people here talked about art. Nothing was by anyone. The sculpture is Calder. The painting is Rothko. The house is Neutra.'--Excerpted from "Ninth House." (Bardugo)
Even more fun, (from a nerdy-analysis perspective) some setup in the previous paragraph was like this:
'The giant cube of the rare-books collection [in Yale's Beinecke Library] seemed to float above its lower story. During the day its panels glowed amber, a burnished golden hive, less a library than a temple. At night it just looked like a tomb.'
There's more fun (in a fairly painful way?) stuff about the worship and desire to immortalize the works of men later on, but I'll stop with this for now! And I'll note that, amusingly-to-me, I heard a pastor who once studied at Yale (Because Jonathan Edwards! Name-dropping Jonathan Edwards is not an effort to immortalize him--the Lord has surely done good and well with that task Himself.) has also described its library as very much constructed as a temple... and for what?
So, yeah, I'd wanted to share that from the day you posted this--supports your conclusion! :)