A long time ago, in the distant past dreams, big red egg flew out of heaven. It wanted to calm down, but it did not work, and from the ground bounce the egg split. From it emerged white-skinned heroes and their children. The heroes soon died, whether from old age, or because they could not breathe the local air.
But the children were young, they were able to adapt well to the new environment and therefore survived. To perpetuate the memory of their parents, the children of heroes began carving and paint on the walls of caves of their image. The remains of a big red eggs were destroyed, and eventually rusted so that mingled with the earth, which is in central Australia because of this still red. Continue reading “The myths of Australian aborigines”