The Bright Well

What a prodigy! What a difference it makes since Mr. President has come! The whole world join hands and thanks the folk of America for they got the wisdom  that enabled to make them the great nation we loved  since we were born. And for it is a new deal, a new word given, and a new policy, people of the earth, every tribe and all the clans have a sip of oxygen. That's what you give, that's what we get, oxygen, in a world full of pollutants. And the energy of the men, gathering so as to help you, grows as their will is high.
And experiencing the brotherhood, experiencing the strenght of mutual action, the great fraternity that sealed the birth of a nation, today , and for the years to come, men will experience the birth of a world where frontiers won't be walls to enclose but hedges to invite birds from the border to have a nest, wild animal hunted outside to enjoy our civilisation.
Mr. President, we owe you many a thanks, and since you have pledged on the altar of God, and good Abraham, himself before you,  the mind of man will live some great days, again.

Before or after Berkeley, Uncle Frank gave an interview, and explained that, when a lad, he once guessed all the cards of a game for a young girl, and doing so, once in his lifetime, made the experience of some magic, apparently some divination. From this moment on, we can read in his works, the presence of auspice and reading.
How do we look at the world, do we often take a glance to the stars, the supernovae, exoplanets ? Are we still men, able to feel the meaning of life? Friends are people who hurt you, because friends are true and want you to become another man than the one you are with your leakages. A friend of mine, who likes to read my notes, never forgets to let me share his feelings, his thoughts about what I'm writing. I thank him. Where does he seat? I don't know. Why doesn't we eat together? I don't know either. But, the more he writes me, the more I love him. What love is that? Agape , it is. Not that he wants me to be converted to his views, but just makes me think of his views, and grants me the access to a larger part of the human sight. And for this help, I owe him more than he can guess. Next, he'll keep on providing me his booknotes. And I'll keep on waiting for the titles of the books he's chosen for me. Let's call him Umberto, because it's a nice first name for such a maze master.

Herodote's book of inquiries about Egypt tells us about the stories reported by the local populations during his trip at the end of the Egyptian kings reigns, when Greeks, like him, were many to walk their sandals in the halls and temples of a country which was already a great destination for tourism. Julius and Marcus-Anthony would soon enjoy in the queens arms, the charms of the golden sands. Questions, or Inquiries as the books are entitled, Herodote had many and was fond of surprising ones, like this one saying the Niles comes out (still nowadays;) from the boiling waters nearby the cataracts, for no measure could be given when a stone or a weight was sunk in the River. 
Regarding how Pyramids were built, I agree with this idea that the workers were using the flood and the dark soils so as to make the large monoliths slide on the paste like on some kind of soap. Without the engineery of the Romans, moving dunes of sand would have been the best solutions so as to take the stones from the Nile to the top of Pyramids. But for Gyzah it would have meant an enormous mountain. Ends some discoveries haven't been done yet. Maybe some answers are to be found at Fayoum, though Old empire sites, during centuries, have been destroyed by the peasants working their fields. Another solution of mine is the snail maze, but it's still not explored. Explanation the center square is filled but the external monoliths are build like a double wall. In the between space, the sand enables the peasant to hire the stone to a upper level on a soft declivity, always using the soils of the Nile, as soap.  Until like the beetle pushing his dirty  ball, it come to the top where the golden pyramidion, primordial benben would open the way to the sky.