Sociopathologically speaking, in Badlands,
Martin Sheen and Spacek ('underage') go on a rampage, killing at random and making the Dakotas a place of crazy Eden.
When he's finally stopped, he places a cluster of rocks to mark the spot: Here is where you caught us. They might have shot him there and built a dolmen instead of a mound of stones.
All the Druid stuff I know fits in a thimble.
The extent to which monuments of stone, of brick, of glass, of steel, the reinforced concrete and electrical systems of the tall places in order to elevate a visitant up there
-- the pains we go through, the politics of design, the revenue requests, the generational teaching of technique, not to leave out the brute physicality of shifting a ton of dead weight,
all our temples, mosques, and churches, revolving restaurants high above metropolis, business parks and three-deck malls and bars --
articulates a reason, goes to explain why we're here, what's it all about, alfie.
Here is where you caught us.