We took our letter cubes to the Cabazon Dinosaurs to see if Mr. Rex had any message.  Imagine our surprise to find antiquated spellings -- yet a dinosaur would properly speak in old fashioned terms, surely.  In the message we decoded, prehistoric dreams of attainment are instead met with hardships and extinction, but not before a final, eerily accurate vision of a procession of luminaries who would follow in future ages.

Lordly elders dayly dreamt [of] olden headless demon idols shewe[ing] polished golde spheres, sayde [we] sholde [and] wolde someday neede [and] holde [an] ideal soul realm. Mazes ahead, ocean oddly nowhere, ceaseless leaden soil, longe ordeals, seedy plots, deadly ether, molded murders, eroded chasm[s], lost pleas, zeros. There's Chaldeans, Aesop, Hamlet, Hegel, Edison, Theresa.  Someday solved.

[We thank Mr. Rex not only for his forthright communication but also for hosting us in his mouth.]