he following Generations, who were not so fond of the Study of Cartography as their Forebears had been, saw that that vast Map was Useless
Perhaps a commentary on either education or youth? Not sure if this is meant to be read deeply or just surface level
In the Deserts of the West, still today, there are Tattered Ruins of that Map, inhabited by Animals and Beggars; in all the Land there is no other Relic of the Disciplines of Geography.
A little Ozymandias esque? Not sure if it's meant to be a warning or just a little melancholic