Stonehenge - A message in time.
But why are they there? More importantly, where is there? For those have you who've been to Stonehenge, you know it's in the middle of modern nowhere. (Prior to the Roman invasion and their subsequent revisions, this area would have been a thriving community and trade route.) Today, from London it was about a two hour drive on what the sat-nav system lists as "major roads". Let me clarify, that the British's definition of "major-roads," is roads without shoulders and lanes that are barely enough to walk on, let alone drive. They love to put sharp curbs, big trees, and anything else dangerous they can come up with to increase the risk of your motoring journey. If you survive all this, eventually you'll end up somewhere in the rolling plains in west Britain, where there's a "giant pile of huge rocks."
We got out, paid about £6 and walked over on a pathway which surrounded the monument at a distance of about twenty feet. Around you are the Stonehenge sheep, freely grazing the picturesque landscape of Stonehenge Down. An ideal location for landing alien space ships, configuring the druid calender, or performing ancient religious ceremonies. This is when it hits you! Why would anyone in their right mind, schlep insanely large blocks of stones over thousands of miles, and assemble them in one of the most random places on earth? No one really knows for sure. Some claim to have figured it out, but the truth is all we know is that it's old, very old, and that the current Stonehenge evolved from previous versions on the same site and re-built over the ages. Is it a calendar, a Stargate, a temple, or merely just a prehistoric version of British dominoes for giants? We may never know. I'd like to believe it's a message, a message to that little girl dreaming about visiting Stonehenge one day when she grows up. A message that tells her to leave no stone unturned in life, for what others find as random, she might find an answer.