Recently, the UK Sun had a story about a possible lost civilization buried underneath the South Pole’s ice:
Allegedly, a society could have existed ‘prehistory’, coming to an end with the last Ice Age which froze over the continent.
And this could have been Atlantis, a mythical city founded by people who were half god and half human which was first mentioned by Greek philosopher Plato in 360BC.
Speculation over the location of the legendary long-lost city is rife, with others believing it to have been near the Greek island of Santorini.
Antarctica’s secret city was apparently ‘”confirmed” by an ancient map called the Piri Reis map, compiled in 1513 from military intelligence.
It appears to show the Antarctic coast hundreds of years before it was discovered, but was denounced by many scholars at the time.
However, earlier this year photos from NASA appeared to reveal traces of a human settlement underneath the ice.
This isn’t necessarily new-there have been claims of lost worlds in Antarctica dating at least to Robert Byrd, and it’s been a popular subject for both fiction and semi-legitimate fringe speculation.
So why are we still fascinated by lost lands and civilizations, or rumors of them, when there are plenty of historical civilizations to inspire us? The lure of a lost world far more advanced than anything else at the time may appeal to our own sense of development, or our fears that the same fate may befall us that supposedly came to Atlantis. There are also verifiable places, such as Doggerland.
For it is related in our records how once upon a time your State stayed the course of a mighty host, which, starting from a distant point in the Atlantic ocean, was insolently advancing to attack the whole of Europe, and Asia to boot. For the ocean there was at that time navigable; for in front of the mouth which you Greeks call, as you say, ‘the pillars of Heracles,’ there lay an island which was larger than Libya and Asia together; and it was possible for the travelers of that time to cross from it to the other islands, and from the islands to the whole of the continent over against them which encompasses that veritable ocean. For all that we have here, lying within the mouth of which we speak, is evidently a haven having a narrow entrance; but that yonder is a real ocean, and the land surrounding it may most rightly be called, in the fullest and truest sense, a continent. Now in this island of Atlantis there existed a confederation of kings, of great and marvelous power, which held sway over all the island, and over many other islands also and parts of the continent.-Plato’s Dialogues
Perhaps it’s this nagging anxiety that drives us to seek out past civilizations, after all, if something happens to our own, who will remember us? Maybe the aliens? Or our own puzzled descendants?