I hugged a monolith and it felt suitably mysterious
My 2020 bucket list had been pretty short: 1) Don’t get COVID-19. 2) Survive. But when thestarted to rock the globe, I added one more: 3) See a monolith. Check.
A tweeted Tim Keller (a noted heavy metal fan) on Monday., and even our mayor took notice. “We want to believe,”
I had to go see it for myself. Touch it. Look for signs of extraterrestrial origin.
I found the monolith, a shiny silver triangle about 10 feet high, near the offices of local publication Albuquerque the Magazine, just off the frontage road to Interstate 25. Hardly a magical, awe-inspiring location, unlike the mystic red rocks that surrounded the , which was spotted in November and then quickly disappeared.
“Feels like people are starting to get a little lazy with their monolith placement,” said my CNET colleague and fellow New Mexican Eric Mack.
The monolith is one in a series that have appeared around the globe, from California to Romania. They have triggered speculation that they may be part of an art project, an advertising campaign or even the work of aliens.
I can say with certainty the one in Albuquerque is a human creation. It’s magnetic, appears to be stainless steel and sports a sticker for Bumblebee Fab, a local metal fabricator, down at the bottom. You can see the welded joints of the triangle. This monolith is clearly a copycat created in a spirit of delight and wonder.
Armed with hand sanitizer, I approached the monolith, photobombing the work of a half dozen other people who were there to document it or take selfies next to the structure. I stuck a magnet on it. Examined the welds. Felt how hot the sun side was and how cold the shaded sides were.
I could just barely wrap my arms around it, embracing the metal column. I have touched very few human beings since the pandemic began, and here I was bear-hugging a steel pillar.
The structure felt solid. Unyielding. Elemental, as if it had grown like a silver crystal from the rocks below. There, with my ear resting against the warm side of the monolith, I heard nothing but the beating of my own heart.
Maybe that’s what the monoliths are really here for, to transport our harried selves to an inner realm where we’re reminded of our presence on Earth, the way the sun touches our skin, how the ground holds our weight.
We are all are monoliths, and yet we remain connected. Without our foundations, we are nothing.