Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain; awake but one, and in, what myriads rise!
Alexander Pope, English poet (1688–1744)
My friends with the antiquities department invited me to visit their work at the Roman baths in front of Karnak Temple. It was good news that at least some government funds are finding their way to pay the wages of at least a few contract excavators so that work can continue at this fascinating site. It felt good to don my archaeological cap, climb down the ladder, crawl through a short arched door, swat down in the dirt and broken bits of pottery that have filled the little room and looking up at the beautiful (to my thinking) brick dome ask, "What the heck is going on here?" That's what archaeologists are always asking themselves; a little question that keeps our brains and imaginations firing on all cylinders. What fun!
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