I. Bryce-Hell II. Fontenelle, Troubadour of Knowledge

First the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but: wind, rain, ice, hail, and finally drought under an intense sun, eroding the red rock of the canyon over the course of long eras. Different in duration here and there, the most resistant of it remains—hence these thousands of aligned, vertical needles. End of the visit, let’s get in the car and head out to go to bed.

Too bad for the truth, flat and stupid. An Indian legend recounts it differently: in ancient times a population lived there, in the valley. Filled with hatred and vengeance, haunted by suspicion and resentment, it was so violent that God decided to punish it. He turned it into statues, petrified in its own blood and that of its enemies.