Our book group read a book about a nineteenth century blind travel writer. Interesting vocation for this guy, and he had quite a life. It is called “A Sense of the World“, and was written by Jason Roberts. One detail in that book has really stuck with me, and is one of the handful of things called to my mind when it is otherwise blank.
Or was that detail from the book “Dark Star Safari” by Paul Theroux? The narratives of both books intersect in Egypt. My mind worm centers on Egypt and its pyramids. The pyramids in Egypt are a symbol often used to express permanence because of their age and size. But there is another quality to those pyramids that expresses permanence, and that is their mass. A pyramid has a huge base, and a point at the top. Try to imagine any kind of element that could flip that mass over. Impossible. It has huge stability. So the pyramid as a choice for use in Egyptian burial, at the same time as performing that function, also symbolically states that the line of sovereigns will still march on, and life as the Egyptians knew it (except for Akhenaten, of course). The pyramid could be seen as an elegant political statement.
In ONE of the aforementioned books, when the story gets to Egypt, the pyramids are not in the position that we create them in our mind’s eye. They are almost covered with sand. Think about their age. The three in Giza are from around 2500 BCE. Think about a life span, and the age of these “mountains”. They could easily become shadows of their former selves in the space of 500 years or so, and no one yet alive would notice any difference. That is what happened. It may have happened many times between 2500 BCE and now. Perhaps that is a good thing. Being buried in sand would be preferable in terms of preservation to being whipped by the wind and sand grains all day!
OK, so that fact just blows my mind. File this away. In my 21st century existence, there have been pyramidal piles here and there behind my studio. Tile from dumpster diving. Not challenging the size of the pyramids, but piles. When we built the big barn for Glenn’s studio, along with all his other stuff came all the wooden shelving units from a shoe store long ago closed. Glenn is like me. “Are you throwing those away?”
He probably had them for thirty years before they came here. Many are erected in our barn, and that is where the “tile piles” went, we gave some to my daughter, and there are still plenty to be erected.
It took forever to stash away all that foraged tile. It was a mess. It was thrilling to have the piles gone, gone, gone. But not for long. New (old) tile keeps appearing where the piles were, even after every last piece was removed. OK, I am an artist and not a scientist, but where the hell is that tile coming from? My theory is that the spinning of the earth is bringing tile to the surface that got buried down below the pile from pressure. Sounds good to me, and could this affect our pyramid problem?
So Glenn says why don’t corpses spin out of their graves then? No answer.
Another contemporary phenomenon noticed on our acreage: two uneven pots containing “Little Gem Magnolias”.
The pot in the foreground has three inches on the pot in the background. Where do I put this in my theory?
- New Pyramids Discovered in Egypt and Sudan (atlantablackstar.com)