MEGALITHICA In geologic time the rocks do not object when cut to Man's design by rough and dusty hands that build to giddy heights for the crafty social climb of yet another architect. With stoic faith profound and patience absolute adrift on vulcan plates they quake the solid ground to crash his ego towers and stone the astromancer from launching at icy stars, better dead as Mars than cosmic cancer.

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