Enough of fear. Let's stick to perversity and the growth rate of formations in unlikely places. A DC caver friend who some of you may know works for the Park Service and for many years had the unenviable task of chasing the gay guys out of the men's room at the Washington monument at the end of each day. It seems that they were greatly inspired by the great obelisk and were leaving rapidly growing "deposits" not unlike the _amberrat_ (http://cdri.org/publications/nature-notes/animals/mammals/packrats/) deposits sometimes found in the latrines of packrats, but of a different substance. Perhaps moon milk is a better metaphore? I must apologize in advance for the ditty this brings to mind, one I once wrote to a paramour: If your clit was a cave pearl I'd tie off my rope descend in the void and abandon all hope. A phallic formation is the first thing I see, but it's not made of calcite that stalagmite is me! Dripping from the tip, drip by drip, it forms a new rock that accretes on my knee!
SW
