I've found the hole to China.
There is a pothole in our development that refuses to be filled. Time after time road crews have attempted to make the mini-crater go away by filling it with asphalt, stones, and probably anything else the crews can get their hands on. And time after time the pothole reappears.
Enough stuff has been poured into that hole that on the other side of the earth, at a point directly opposite the Delaware pothole, a mound of earth must be continually forming from the building pressure.
I'm picturing a resident of Shanghai unable to achieve Zen. Every weekend he rakes the sand in his Zen garden smooth - and by the following weekend the center of his garden has bulged upward like a volcano intruding on his sanctuary of peace.
By now the stressed out man in Shanghai has called in garden experts, geologists... and probably psychologists. All to no avail. For every time peace is in sight, a guy in Delaware starts the pressure building again.
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