What weird science clothes us thus,
With overwrought fuss,
We pant and puff,
And toil away the year,
Collecting out worn cares,
When all is free,
Outside the mind,
Which holds the key.
The phrase was uttered as a prognosis as much as a question and so we smiled an affirmative, in relief, that we were not the only one’s to have been thus transported…
It is not by happy chance, alone, that one is brought here, although happen stance can play a part in bringing people to this beguiling, auspicious place, which is not a place so much as a state of being…
For those who have never been, it’s inhabitants are apt to appear forgetful, or inept, or even…foolish.
There are no machines of any kind in Cloud City, nor or there any contraptions…
Of what use is it then, and what possible good can come of it?
It was probably foolish, I know…
But I took a liking to this ‘little lady’.
Who, if the board is correct, could have been supporting the capstone’s weight for over six thousand years.
Which is some feat, as you can probably see…
We call it stone technology and we have been experimenting with sound in a number of these ‘chambers’.
I was expecting the chant to have little vibratory effect because the tomb was clearly, in part, wrecked.
What I wasn’t expecting was for both the sound and the breath to be sucked from my being, like something or someone was thirsty…
Like I said, foolish, but maybe it also served…
It is a familiar conundrum.
Whenever we come across sites like this, and we seem to come across more than a few, there is an inevitable question.
How much of it is natural?
Without question much of it is, but the more one finds that is not natural then the more one tends to question that which was initially assumed to be so.
On our most recent jaunt we came across the suspicious looking stone above.
To my mind that was very obviously a positioned stone.
It is an interestingly enough shaped stone in itself but more than this, it seems almost inconceivable that it could have fallen like that or have been left by retreating ‘Ice Giants’.
But then there arises the inevitable following question.
So why was it positioned in this way?
And to this question, unfortunately, there is not always a readily forthcoming answer.
But this time we were lucky.
Question: ‘When is a stone, not a stone?’
Answer: ‘When it is a nose (and an eye).’