Turnkeymada

Markov may have been right. Likely though the incompleteness theorem spells the doom of predicated thought. Ayers rock is nice. It can sit there for a very long time. Sun comes up, sun goes down. Repeat. Thousands of years. People walked a long way to get there and forgot where it was they started out from to start with and claimed to have been from there. Unless of course they really WERE from there, but they were. The rock was. Rocks have ears. They heard them walk up all those long years ago. Rocks also have friends in the animal kingdom. Not like mice and stuff. Marsupials. They are far older and much more resistant to all manner of unseen badness than mammals. The rocks know this. The mammals do not. What turns out to be mammals though. They show up later at the rock and think that marsupials and the rock started out there with them. When what really happened is that they were the 11.48PM party crashers who showed up just after everybody started to filter out of the place and head for more exciting and unknown pastures. Lightning could have struck and they would have danced. In fact, it did. This all has relatively little to do with champagne or the Spanish armada. Much less the green isle of Erin. Those are all bound in a different book on a different shelf in the relocated library of Alexandria. News flash. The fire was a big cover-up. The books were all moved over the course of several nights before the fire. The fire was just a front to hide the fact that all that knowledge was being moved. Course good luck finding it. Hint... it is not a matter of where you look... but when.