It's time for a dreamtime story.
Me and me cousin, Edmond, were hired by a big mining company once to head up the camp's indigenous affairs and liaisons stuff. So we get there and not too long after, we found out that we were only really there to talk with the local abos about sacred site and shit. So some local elder dragged us around the local area showing us different cave and shit, not that we have any fucking idea about what sacred there because we're two abos from the other side of the county, and so after all the looking around we write a bunch of shit down and tick a bunch of shit off and then he tells us "I'll show you the rock!" and we reply in proper white fella speak "What kind of rock?". He didn't say anything, just lead us though the bush. After about a 10km walk we got there and he said "This is the rock on which our boy become men!" and why replied "What do you call it in english?" and he said "Dick-splitting rock". After hearing that we looked at each other and I turned to him "What do the results look like?", and in a flash he drop his pants to give us a show of what looked like a short drown cobra, after a moment he said "The hole's on the bottom. After he pulled up his pants we didn't say much on the way back, just put it down as another sacred site. We felt he earned it.