IT was only an obelisk on the Laverstock downs.
Just like dozens that have suddenly appeared the world over.
I’d hazard a guess that its creators were simply copying the original that created such a stir when it was discovered in the Utah desert. Maybe a better way of expressing that thought is that they were inspired by it, and thought it would give us all a bit of fun.
And in these depressing times it did just that, creating a little buzz of excitement, something to marvel at, something to get out in the fresh air to visit and yes, to touch it, to take in a little piece of its magic, because we love to think that there is something out there that we don’t instantly understand.
Much the same phenomenon was at work with corn circles. Although people have shown time and again how it can be done, there are still some people who refuse to believe that they are created by humans. And there’s still a part of many more of us, that wishes these astounding works of art were truly otherworldly.
Because once we’ve analysed and dissected everything in that horrible way that humans have, in our insatiable quest for knowledge, there’s something in our psyche that still yearns for the unknown, the unknowable.
Especially when what we do learn is so grim at the moment.
So to the miserable toad or toads who uprooted the monolith, dragged it downhill, and took with it a small joy for so many people, I hope you have a bloody rotten 2021.
To the runners who tried so gallantly to rescue it, thank you, and well done. You’re on the side of the angels.
Please, whatever happens this year, grab small moments of happiness like this wherever you find them. Be hopeful, and feel sorry for those who don’t know what it means.
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