Call it cheeky, cheap, or vandalism, this rock that one found in a park outside Melbourne today, innocently houses an aspect of the Australian psyche.

What compelled a person to write on this lowly rock and give it a voice from all the other rocks our there? Why did the person bother? Where did the insight come from that knew that such a simple act could draw a reaction? Where does this sense of the absurd come from? Welcome to a country of smart alecs, smarty pants and smart arses.