I remember flying over some parts of Chiapas as a young boy thinking for sure that every mound or hill was an undiscovered temple of some kind, waiting for some

I remember flying over some parts of Chiapas as a young boy thinking for sure that every mound or hill was an undiscovered temple of some kind, waiting for someone to stumble on. There’s a lot of uncovered magic there, a lot like all of the wild dinosaur bones being accidentally found in the construction debris of booming humanity.