I know it’s there. Ask any geographers or historians and they’ll say it’s only a myth. But I’m not about to surrender to their word. My gut feeling is more powerful than any verbal influence that’s humanly possible. Even if the Pope swears on an ancient Hebrew Bible that it doesn’t exist, I won’t listen. It’s out there. And I can prove it.
So I tell my associate, “This has gone far enough. It’s time to start an expedition. I’m thinking you, me, and the gang from the archaeology institute. We’ll head over to the Russian-Chinese border ourselves and prove to the world what a marvelous and extraordinary finding it really is. I know it exists, my friend, and we will lay eyes on it, first hand.”
“Well… it does sound interesting,” my acquaintance seems to be speaking incredulously.
“Interesting?” I reply. “What we&