How often the pillars of our wisdom have crumbled into dust!

Chariot of the Gods? (book) – 3.5/5

You realize how people fall into its ancient aliens rabbit hole. It's fun to fall in, there's a rush, air pulsing past you as you freefall, gravity and speed pulling your skin upwards and away from your body. How else could this be possible but this? How do we not know why it exists? Doesn't this look like that? It's not fun to just have had someone in history make something; people being people, artists being artists. It had to be made for a reason beyond us, a message from the past to the future to the past. Imagination, on its own, isn't enough, it has to be an offering to something greater than us. If not God, then some other unknowable thing. And the fun is in that never-knowing; it'll never be proven concretely yes or no. The past is lost to us, and the fun is puzzle-piecing our way through it, forming a foggy outline that, when you squint, seems to make a shape. It's an oasis in the desert. And only we are smart enough, brave enough, fortunate enough to see it. And what gives them faith is that everything that's been built thus far, the sum collective knowledge, all that has been seen before has changed, been modified, has crumbled to dust. So why not build something more interesting?