A display of massive igneous stone’s placed on end, stacked with others in a deliberate pattern, which incidentally is the same pattern discovered when recently a sound engineer tried to map the Philharmonic Symphony’s production. It’s 30 miles from Stonehenge and over 90% of the world’s crop circle’s phenomenon have been found within one mile of the stones. Hmmm? What on earth could it all mean? The type of rock came from Whales, arguably four to five thousand years ago. The remaining mysteries are how did it travel, why this particular pattern, exact date of placement and by whom or what? Basically, we still know very little of this wonder of the world.
However, because of its grand appeal to people of all nations, the visit itself is a beautiful exhibit of human life. And as I marveled at the stone’s presence, I found myself also curious about those, like me, who made a point to visit it. We were a colorful combination of human expression and creativity. What if, as we stood stupefied by the impossibility of Stonehenge, watching one another with equal curiosity, we missed the point entirely? What if the actual, intended purpose of Stonehenge, as well as other world wonders, was to unite us through our speculation and inquiries, to one another? Maybe we are the true marvel, capable of such great feats that we confound our own brilliance? We are the hologram of the universe, the cellular configuration of all music, sound, vibration. It’s at least as likely that aliens placed the rocks, or that men without technological innovation perfectly transported them from hundreds of miles away. Isn’t there a saying about wanting to hide the most sacred secret, the most divine truth, inside, or in plain sight? Stonehenge… or yet another clever diversion whose design leads us eternally back to our own magnificence?