The more I dug into the stories of ancient cities, and civilizations, the more questions I had.
“How did they cut the stones so precisely at Puma Punku?” Stonework the best stonemasons of today could not match. With extreme precision, the stones fit together like pieces of a puzzle, or a prefabricated kit. Stone that weighed tons, some of them over 100 tons.
Mexico was filled with such places. Teotihuacan, Cholula, El Tajin, Tulum, Chichen Itza, and Monte Alban. We thought we knew when those cities were founded, but we couldn’t explain some of their pyramids, and monoliths, or their alignments with stars, the sun, and the moon, and how the tracked the seasons.
My curiosity became so overpowering, I began to plan vacation trips to such places. We started at Chichen Itza. Six months later, Teotihuacan. My family, my wife and kids, went on tours of the nearby towns and cities. I spent all my time exploring the ruins, taking endless pictures.
These mysteries became all I could talk about with my wife. I wanted her to care about it. I wanted her to be interested in what I was finding out, and learning.
I should have seen what was coming from her, and my family. I remember her asking, “Why are you telling me this?” every night. I didn’t understand it was her asking why I’d lost interest in her.
I wouldn’t understand until it was far too late.
It’s Week 366 of #ThursThreads, hosted by Siobhan Muir. Part 5 of a tale I call “This Has All Happened Before”. Please go read all the entries in this week’s #ThursThreads. They are always fun to read. And there are some great writers who show up weekly.