So little children have always been little beasties!

There is an inscription on an ancient Egyptian tomb wall that goes: (to paraphrase)~

"The children of today have no manners; they play their music far too loud, stay out until all hours of the night, wear their hair too long and have no respect for their elders..."

More to the point, although they mostly like a good story, the kids are extremely astute, sometimes to a frightening degree and often know instinctively when they are being spun a yarn. Don't they? Didn't you pretend to believe in Santa Claus just because you knew that this was what was expected of you? I know I did (or that scooter would never have arrived come xmas).

Returning to the central hypothesis of this cranky and probably meaningless web site, leaving all the options open and bearing in mind that one can never say "never", just suppose for a daft moment again that there was a machine around in antiquity that conferred to the handler the power over the absolute direction of local gravity.

Think of it as a game; no more...

The same machine cuts through rock like butter...

Whoever left it here, also left plenty of "fuel"...

~ but it's a finite resource and you don't have the high tech equipment needed to manufacture any more. Picture the scenario: YOU, of all people, are marooned here...

~ the fuel is running out and the major works of architecture are done but there's only enough "fuel" left to accomplish a little bit of fine engraving. So you engrave...

Next thing you know, fuel's all gone and you're left with a useless lump of machinery.

Oh, dear!

The very next generation of children...

(and that particular mechanism hasn't worn out yet!)... is not actually going to believe the parent who tells of flying and rock-cutting episodes. Myth and legend erupt in abundance and those who do not believe get religion real bad.

Cold, simple logic.