You throw your hands up in righteous frustration as yet another loopy (it means crackers) crosses and blights your screen.
“Come on,” you squawk. “Puhleeeeeze, come ONNNNNN~!”
And well you might.
No evidence, you see.
Or, do you look but not see? Do you remember—
(“But,” you squawk, “I’m different! An open mind! Go ahead, you easily duped imbecile, SHOW me! Where’s ya bloody evidence?”)
—when Science was enraged because some damned crank suggested that the huge bones were actually genuine relics of monsters long departed? (Impossible monsters, because anything that big and heavy would just collapse under its own weight…)
I SAY AGAIN
there’s science and there’s fashion, and that much ‘science’ is no more than (the current) fashion.
I also restate that often yesterday’s highly lauded scientific ‘expert’ is today’s sad giggle. Sad because ‘authority’ enabled it to dictate fict from faction and so further confute the innocent. (But it kept/keeps some folks in funded tenure …).
Look at what the ancients did. Achieved. And ponder how we might replicate such—given only their (known) state of technologies. (Petra, anybody? The GP of E?) Still not convinced—then go research a bit on the Serapeum*).
BUT IT’S NOT
just Egypt, is it? It’s all over the world, little nibbles of derided evidences here and there that add up to one huge unknown.
Again my advice is:
DO NOT GO THERE
—because beyond a point there be monsters. Let them bite you and your life will never be the same again.
OOPS, I NEARLY FORGOT
Always invoke the essential query—
W . I . I . F. M?
—applied to whatever Authority is modestly pontificating in answer to your queries.
Here, have a nice box for your trinkets—
Box itself weighs in at about seventy tons, lid is about thirty. Wow?
If you read up on these things you may be impressed, I certainly was; underground in very narrow passages … and all for bulls**
* If not at least a bit impressed there’s no hope for you.
** BS more like …