By Alfred Lehmberg
We are but a mote in some distracted God's hoary eye. We barely but exist. That's enough as it turns out!
Be invigorated, energized, and innervated sir and madam, be electrified with excitement concerning not a rebirth... but a new birth of human intelligence, cognitive ability, and our elevated place in an impending LARGER reality slowly (quickly?) resolving as we speak!
They are REQUIRED to flawlessly execute delicate artistic balances of line and curve, light and shadow, and other rules of artistry (to include the sacred geometrical or the adherence to the natural measure of the artistic golden mean encompassing squared circles and the lot)? Verily, who hoaxes hundreds of quality circles a year, world-wide, for decades? Who operates with no recognition, no pay-off, or reward? Who? Clearly, few to none. Not enough to make all these CropCircles—safe to say.