I have a "theory" about Atlantis.
Atlantis is the lost continent. It stands to reason that if it is The LOST continent then it should be associated with lost things.
What I mean by, "associated" is that I envision temples to Lost Socks, Lost Keys, and Lost Glasses. These would be great stone temples the glory of the ancient world where these lost things would just appear, filling the buildings from across time and space.
These must of necessity be transient locations for many of these things, thus the temples would be very active and lively places with keys popping in and then back out to return behind your sofa. A temple might be blessed with the appearance of grandpa's horn-rim glasses only to lose them again a moment later when they return to perch on his bald pate.
There might be other things there too. I imagine the people are all fat, but beautiful, young and sane. They are very wise as well because they have the vast store of our own lost memories to call upon.
This is, of course a continent, a world outside our own; in another perhaps parallel universe, or perhaps on a very slight angle. Yes, I believe it would not be perfectly parallel because at some time it, if only for a brief moment, if only in Plato's dreams, it crossed paths with our universe. For a time a man could walk the streets and find his dog. Maybe the people would approach him with his wallet he was sure he had had in his left back pocket.
They must have been wonderful times, but alas, they are all lost to us now.
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| Is that the temple of Biro, God of Lost Pens, on the far left? pic courtesy of bermuda-triangle.org |
Atlantis is the lost continent. It stands to reason that if it is The LOST continent then it should be associated with lost things.
What I mean by, "associated" is that I envision temples to Lost Socks, Lost Keys, and Lost Glasses. These would be great stone temples the glory of the ancient world where these lost things would just appear, filling the buildings from across time and space.
These must of necessity be transient locations for many of these things, thus the temples would be very active and lively places with keys popping in and then back out to return behind your sofa. A temple might be blessed with the appearance of grandpa's horn-rim glasses only to lose them again a moment later when they return to perch on his bald pate.
There might be other things there too. I imagine the people are all fat, but beautiful, young and sane. They are very wise as well because they have the vast store of our own lost memories to call upon.
This is, of course a continent, a world outside our own; in another perhaps parallel universe, or perhaps on a very slight angle. Yes, I believe it would not be perfectly parallel because at some time it, if only for a brief moment, if only in Plato's dreams, it crossed paths with our universe. For a time a man could walk the streets and find his dog. Maybe the people would approach him with his wallet he was sure he had had in his left back pocket.
They must have been wonderful times, but alas, they are all lost to us now.
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