Strolling through the Minnamurra rainforest, we came upon a great ball of water-weathered limestone- like a doleful eyeball in the gloom. The constant wooping of rowdy pedestrians and the scrawl of their brethren do not undermine the ancient presence in this place. A thousand tiny insights occurred and great lumbering notions and even a sunshower at the peak, which sent the children scrambling for the cover of huge flat leaf cover. In my best 'Yoda'- 'magic, it is...'