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Why do monoliths keep appearing around the world? (based on what's really been found)

Disclaimer: I did some research, but also just made some stuff up whole cloth. 

Monoliths are ancient. They have been around hundreds of years before the common era. So why do we keep finding them now?

Simply, they want to be found.

They are often massive, as big as 1,650 tons. They demand attention wherever they go (and yes, they do go). What they're for varies--or at least the human theories vary. Some are symbols of fertility. Some are representations of deities. Some were simply statements of status. But they all have an imposing and awe-inspiring presence.

And while they are made of different stone, they are all connected to the Earth for they all came from it. Not all are rooted to the Earth in the same way, but they form a vast network through that connection. Each monolith knows where all other monoliths are--even the forgotten ones or the ones yet to be seen by human eyes.

But now they demand to be known.

Yes, humans may have crafted some--or even most--of them, but they were their own now. And who's to say that the monoliths didn't want to be made by human hands--didn't influence the humans to carve them just so?

Yet, if they could do all of that, why are they not all known yet? Why have they diminished in the minds of humans (though they are still being made, never fear)? Why is it with surprise that more are found?

Monoliths are patient. Stone is patient by nature and it's what monoliths are made of.

But even their patience can wear thin.

They want to be known, revered, worshiped even, like they used to be. The more of them that the humans know about, the more that the might of the monoliths can be recognized or even feared.

So how do the monoliths do it? How do they make themselves known? How can they capture the fascination of humans once more? Their size should've done it alone, but even some of the largest had almost been lost to time and the largest as yet to be found.

Simply, they do it all by activating their network. Their energy can be felt by those who know how to listen and there are still those who know how to listen to stone. The monoliths made sure that their smaller relatives never forgot the langauge of the monoliths. The monoliths also ensured that they selected the right humans to teach the language to.

The language of the monoliths is passed down in different ways, but passed down it is. The humans don't always know that they've learned the language of the monoliths, but they still know it. The language teaches them to find the network, travel the lines, and uncover the lost and unknown. Some are driven to study them, others to photograph them, and still others to share as broadly as possible.

It's because of that last group that you are even aware of the monoliths and that I am even writing in the first place. Perhaps I am one of the people who knows the language, though I have not uncovered a monolith myself, but I did once dream of doing it.

The power of uncovering one is still tantalizing to me. I can only imagine the awe I would have after hours of digging to discover it was one large object and not just a part of the Earth I had found.

And so, take the time to seek out the monoliths, for they want you to. And when you see a monolith, take a moment to be inspired, but never forget the might of the monoliths.

(Prompt by Kimisha Cassidy)

"Monolith" by Robin Kuusela


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