I like to think of this enormous rock formation as “The Sphinx of Maine.” If you look at it correctly, you can see a man’s profile on the far right--his forehead, his nose, his mouth, and his chin. His mouth looks to be open as if he’s saying something. Perhaps it is, “Ahoy there!” He has long hair that whips and flows behind him because of the relentless ocean wind. His hands are before him, just like the Sphinx in Egypt, and the rest of his body is buried.
|The Sphinx of Maine.|
Are there hidden caverns beneath him just as they say there are beneath the Sphinx in Egypt? Perhaps there are. Perhaps we can at last find there the answers to Atlantis. After all, that is the origin of the name of the Atlantic Ocean. Plato said Atlantis was “beyond the Pillars of Hercules” and existed about 10,000 years or so ago. “Non plus ultra” the pillars warned, meaning “nothing further beyond.” Go no further, or proceed at your own peril.
It’s as good a story as any I’ve heard, and I feel a certain protection from The Sphinx of Maine. I feel that he watches the shore and keeps our place here special. How else could we have lasted this long in this day and age? In return, I will give him some flowers and a necklace of shells and call it even. It might be the first gift he has gotten in 10,000 years, and that’s a long time to wait for flowers and a new necklace. I’d like to think that he’ll be pleased.