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In Search of Standing Stones.

In Search of Standing Stones. 

 

Not in a particularly knowledgeable way, and not being superstitious either, we seem to be fascinated by the feeling of the atmosphere that surrounds standing stones or rock carvings from many years ago, when man could almost be described as another wild animal compared to our sophisticated over-elaborate way of life today. Perhaps the very fascination lies in that difference, one suddenly stand's gaping and without any prejudices, for what is there to be prejudiced against? 

 

We do not know why these stones were set up, one stands as if in a moving religious ceremony wondering what the mystery of it is. We see again another dimension, almost forgotten in our comfortable organised world, where little threatens us compared to the hunting man. The air is peaceful (here in the north) where the stones in the centre of an ordinary meadow, lean as they have done for 1000's of years, but it was not necessarily peaceful when they were erected.

 

It's this not knowing which has such creative power in us, man's mind in such a vacuum can be inspired to form its own shapes of thought, as when one meets a new form of art expression the mind can freely function, a relief from seeing a well known painting where no more can be said.

 

At Stone Henge, in Britain, the mud created by 8 million visitors a year, was recently covered with turfs and a fence erected around the site, but this did not belittle the splendour of those enormous megaliths, an unmoving circle on the undulating, boulder-less plains of Salisbury; people were like ants juxtaposed against this 'cathedral,' silent like the silence after a great Bach fugue on the greatest organ in existence, the sound dying with a mysterious inexplicable power.

 

There are many theories about these great stone monuments but we can only imagine, and create ideas with the help of dating, or knowing in what the  environment was like when they were set up. The human minds that created these edifices are beyond our imagination's power of understanding, so they remain an enigma, as little understood as the many and various gods of the religions.


— Nordic cloud, Feb 08, 2010

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Region, Country: Oslo and Flatdal, Norway., NOR

Favorite Poets: Too daunting this.

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the_fool

the_fool

16 years 4 months ago

i don't know but i want to play paintball in it

love the writing. definitely get the notion you've been there enought to really get a sense of it, and i also see you feel sorry for it. beautiful. there's no star thingie here so four out of five stars!

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