And stone structures to live in, and human sacrifice. My my my. Thanks for "te" correction.
Dummy. You could have claimed to have seen an image of Mary cryin' in that tortilla and made millions charges admission to view it.
You don't need an aircraft or spacecraft to build a relief map. This has been done ever since geometry. All it takes is time, manpower and an earlier development of simple geometry and survey tools. This sounds like someone had a grand vision for the Urals that could not be executed at the time. This happens every day. We just don't run across the remains of such old visionary thought very often.
If you want to get a "little" more bizzar--it is proof of time travel.
Close...it was NATIONAL LAMPOON'S "RADIO DINNER": DETERIORATTA.(you are the FLUKE of the universe,you have no right to be here..)
The following poem was not found in an old Baltimore church:
Introduction
You are a fluke
Of the universe.
You have no right to be here.....
Deteriorata! Deteriorata!
Go placidly
Amid the noise and waste.
And remember what comfort there may be
In owning a piece thereof.
Avoid quiet and passive persons
Unless you are in need of sleep.
Ro-tate your tires.
Speak glowingly of those greater than yourself
And heed well their advice,
Even though they be turkeys.
Know what to kiss.....and when!
Consider that two wrongs never make a right
But that THREE.........do.
Wherever possible, put people on hold.
Be comforted that in the face of all aridity and disillusionment
And despite the changing fortunes of time,
There is always a big future in computer main-te-nance.
Chorus
You are a fluke
Of the universe.
You have no right to be here.
And whether you can hear it or not
The universe is laughing behind your back.
Remember the Pueblo.
Strive at all times to bend, fold, spindle and mu-ti-late.
Know yourself.
If you need help, call the FBI.
Exercise caution in your daily affairs,
Especially with those persons closest to you.
That lemon on your left, for instance.
Be assured that a walk through the ocean of most souls
Would scarcely get your feet wet.
Fall not in love therefore;
It will stick to your face.
Gracefully surrender the things of youth:
The birds, clean air, tuna, Taiwan
And let not the sands of time
Get in your lunch.
Hire people with hooks.
Take heart amid the deepening gloom
That your dog is finally getting enough cheese.
And reflect that whatever misfortune may be your lot
It could only be worse in Milwaukee.
Chorus
You are a fluke
Of the universe.
You have no right to be here.
And whether you can hear it or not
The universe is laughing behind your back.
Therefore, make peace with your god
Whatever you conceive him to be---
Hairy thunderer, or cosmic muffin.
With all its hopes, dreams, promises and urban renewal
The world continues to deteriorate.
GIVE UP!
Reprise
You are a fluke
Of the universe.
You have no right to be here.
And whether you can hear it or not
The universe is laughing behind your back.
Performed by National Lampoon on "National Lampoon Radio Dinner," a 1972 recording by Blue Thumb Records. Lyrics by Tony Hendra.
http://www.mendosa.com/fluke.html
If you're familiar with Firesign Theatre, do you know which album had the running joke about the "nice tall glass of meat"? I think it was something from the early 70's at the very latest.