ous fallacy of yours belies the shit stain of ignorance, dear traveler! For there is much about these blockish lads you have yet to learn... With elusive crumbs of the Mystery: The collective confluence of a burdensome stone across thy backside, o' weary one, the temperament of these stalwart fellas calcified to a load worthy of Atlas himself, no doubt, and ultimately, hmhmhm, the answer to these confounding boys: Who they are, where they're going, and where they've been. Look into its shimmery reflection, and lo, ye may find another answer: Who... are you?