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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.

Exchanging ideas and thoughts requires a common media, used by both sides so as to send out and receive without any  errors. Computer sciences use some common protocols with their rules and apparently the bits exchanged are checked, double checked, encapsuled and their integrity kept from on end to the other. But , some people just can't see what was on a site because of their browser, if they're lucky, and then may ask for a patch to resolve the error, but sometimes things are worse than this. People use a browser interpreting differently everything they've received and because the sender, on his side is certain that his bits were correctly transmitted, keep on refusing or understanding the answer he receives. 
We can laugh about computers and the geeks who are feeding the hamsters, but, in facts, it's exactly the same in the world of humans, and furthermore since we're exchanging with some people having some different experiences, related to their different lives before  they get in our world or we in theirs.  Teaching is not only giving but asking in return what has been understood and taking the time to check. So what if I were another you and you another me is the question? But never, let me suggest what you're gonna be...

What made America a great nation to the eyes of the world, though it was perfectible, was its history and its ability to assimilate, to agregate the different sensibilities and experiences of the folks stepping in Ellis Island, after dark days on the ocean. And this image, is one of the main point, that the world likes to see. And for it has elected a man having  this breath, a man changing their expression, America, once again gives the Dream to the whole world and opens the door to possible and not for long impossible projects. President Kennedy bet on a man to walk on the moon, and in all the nations of the free world, we could join hands and sing 'We've gone to the moon' no more than ten years later. Vision and projection.  Isolationism is not an answer. When a nation, when a civilization ignores the world, the world, he,  still learns about her, and one day or another, Greeks are in Egypt, for they're bicultural, and centuries later, Romans are in Athen for they're bicultural. Colonialism always have the same result. Seeds always give the same plants. Boomerang effect. Some people don't like it, Spartans, wanting the world never to change, never to let man progress. Sorry, for their archaïc feelings, one day or another, things for them won't be to change. But for the livings, it's more than ever, time for change.

Child, I used to walk to the river, small one, called, the Orge, and with the licence I've bought in center town, my friends and I, with our gauls made of bamboo, spent sunny afternoons  eating  sandwiches  and drinking sodas or the water  we brought in our flasks.  A few  years  later, there were no fish anymore, only  soap and  polysteren  going down the river.  Why then , a friend of mine  suggested  we would still go there with our radio-tape and have some beers nearby the place, where we had some many great hours.
The boy was brillant but , for there were girls, always in our mind, the teenagers, womanizing we were, get angry with one another. University, we went separetly. And years passed.
Browsing the net, with my favorite seal,  we finally  get in touch, once again.  And, naturally, the man  had kept intact the whole I loved in him  when we were  boys.  It was written  'troutbreeder' as profession. And I remembered those sunny afternoons. Trouts. I knew he didn't like tango or foxtrot, but still was a heavy metal listener. He was not in love with Juliet, for he was not a Romeo. He dealed with movies and documentaries and might get an Oscar so as to let me call him Victor. I was happy and suggested he might come on the blue grey waters, see the seagulls flying around, in the sunrays of an after midday like many on Caladan...