The edges of the goal … feel like a baby doll
I’m sorry, what?
This person uses so many different words to describe whatever we are looking at. Goal, altar, dimensional portal - they rarely use the same word twice.
That aspect ratio equalling some random year is a fun crazy. I wonder if they extrapolated the year as the dating of an alien calendar, ancient calendar, or a future date on the Christian calendar? Maybe it’s a Muslim calendar date? It’s such a random application of very bad math that it’s kind of endearing.
It’s like when they say the Great Pyramid has the same dimensions as the speed of light in meters per second as if the Egyptians knew what a meter or a second were.
I’m genuinely curious how they did that math. Where did that number supposedly come from?
It’s there a legitimate medical diagnosis for what is wrong with these people?
Leaded gasoline.
Shaken as babies.
Too much huffing starter fluid and glue as kids.
Their moms didn’t stop drinking during pregnancy.
A combination of all of the above.
Well, I mean, they’ve been there. Irrefutable.
But in which dimension?
Wait, did Spain even have mining explosives back then?
They had gunpowder for sure. A barrel of gunpowder would do the trick, unless the aliens and Atlanteans built it out of Mithril.
