I've been returning to my hobbies, legend the stuff that shaped mankind has always made me wonder why the idea's were thought of in the first place.
Loved Raiders ofthe Lost Ark, loved stories that always seemed to reach into my head and make sense on level's beyond what my own eye's saw.
When ya see that sphinx above realise how old things go back and those that dedicated themselves to create that sand stone statue. They lived and they died making it.
They did not die in vein they died believing there is something more than the sun above and earth at there feet. Why?
So few people I know that walk proud with what they are, what they have become and confident in knowing there is something more than the next day for them.