A Rock in Australia: Dreamtime Never Stops

From T. C. McLuhan's The Way of The Earth:

"Johnny Wararrngula Tjupurrula, an accomplished and renowned Papunya Tula artist, is returning home to Tjikarri, the inspiration for some of his most spectacular paintings and an important sacred site in remote central Australia, 480 kilometers west of Alice Springs. His companion and driver tells the story:

The wheels spin over the ridge of the last dune, and we are there. But it is not much--a rocky outcrop much like any other, perhaps even more ordinary than many that we have passed during the long day. The rock holes turn out to be dry and there's effectively nothing in the way of edible plant food; all the animal tracks are old so there will be no fresh meat tonight. And yet the old man is taken away by it; he is crying, he is talking, singing to the rock, he is calling out its names, its stories, and he's clambering over the rock face this way and that way, stroking, rubbing, feeling his country. For the next twenty-four hours, late into the night and all the next day back to Papunya, it is as if he is in another world, ceaselessly telling the stories of the events and creatures that passed through here and forged this landscape. But more than just telling them, he seems to be living them, and actually seeing them still visible in the forms in front of him.

Every atom of that rock represents the embodiment of some great ancestor, and its potential fertility is palpable."

--T. C. McLuhan