Imagine many a community of rural peasants living from the land for a period of hundreds of thousands of years. According to an endless wealth of wisdom and oral tradition that has come down from the Ur-Mothers and Fathers of Woman-and Mankind since the beginnings of Time, the Ma is both the benign and the heavy metal force that has inspired legends, admiration and respect for thousands of years and being adored on a daily basis, it is one day agreed that the rituals of Life and Death should be of high execution, full of sacred awe and awl-important artistic value, of an E-ternal (non-linear) character. Therefore, from that moment on, some of those communities start creating more durable forms of sacred communal tombs. All of which sparks a frenzy of pride and spiritual experience in each community akin to the mad religious fervour in the old shrines of catholic countries. Four thousand summers go by and all the generations get their fair share of hopes and pains, their illusions and loves, their trips and big times experienced Full-On with no need or room for mindfucks - but Time is a spyral not a line and that's why the execution remains so pure through the vast period. Humanity's life throughout almost 200,000 years.
And gradually, at the very end of this process, globalising forces start to appear in the form of marauding metal-grinding tribes from the eclectic celtic-pushing east and the stones are re-arranged, re-used or simply destroyed, for the times they are a-changing. But what’s worse, some centuries later, an ultra-fascist army of mafiosi and thugs run by dictators with city ideals (i.e.abstract power and political glories) begin criss-crossing the land of those mongrel communities, that, by this time, have already begun squabbling with each other. But *some* of the stones remain. The fascist army begin building roads and cities as their concept of life=civitas, i.e. an abstract concept which wills you to believe that your urban tarmac-world is safe and comfortable, deriding the natural world for being...for peasants yet massacring tribes in their own land with their fun-playing wargames. But the stones remain. What's even worse, Monotheism takes hold of this army. The subsequent spiritual upheavals and social chaos in the minds of the population are well-known and historically documented through the ensuing 2000 christian years. One King to rule them all, one King to bind them...
But after all the burning and pillaging of the Ma, the stones exist. Hundreds, thousands, if not millions of monuments created in the immediate period preceding the first large-scale colonisations, monotheistic nature-rapes and the first abstract concepts of snivilisation, i.e. Money, Roads and Politics.
Imagine the most beautiful Mother Hill located on a plain, a beautiful sea of yellow flowers, even in December, and on top of the sacred hill there is a small hamlet made of slate houses. You go down the cloud-topped hill in the morning (the altitude must be around 1000 metres) and start walking around at leisure. You stumble upon dolmens, some of them broken, some of them still standing. Huge slabs, many of them up to 10 feet high, forming almost chapel-like interiors of the most transcendentally ancient peace. You walk another hundred yards and there's a cromlech with a huge cosmic penis for a monolith surrounded by a square of stones. Before the afternoon you reach another 10 metre high menhir which shines in the rainy (but rainbowed and sunny) day. An area the size of Cardiff teeming with around 200 beautiful stone monuments of all sorts and many a tale to tell, and few signs of a car nearby and you freak out. Limits between TIME and SPACE forever gone, merged in gorgeous PEACE. Why is *this* the perfect feed for humans 4000 years after the stones were built? Draw your own conclusions.