I am continually amazed by what the craftsmen that went before us were able to accomplish with what we would, today, consider to be rudimentary tools. Though, Homo Sapiens Sapiens has been around for at least 50,000 years and it isn’t hard to imagine, with that kind of time, that engineering and construction methods developed by the ancients were every bit as “magical” as what we consider mundane today. Gravity always pulls a plumb bob straight down, and water always levels itself, and the precession of the equinox is as consistent and reliable clock as any we have developed so why is it so hard to imagine that humans as intelligent as us could accomplish feats beyond our comprehension?
I have been reading a fantastic book that goes into some depth about the precision and craftsmanship of some of the oldest structures known to man and I get the peculiar feeling that humans have forgotten more knowledge than we can even comprehend. I am all proud about being capable enough of a craftsman to fabricate these bastard valleys and then I meditate for a moment about the stone work of Machu Picchu, or the incredible astronomical precision of the layout of the Valley of the Kings, or the ability to move and place 200 ton rocks, or the vision and drive necessary to even design such monumental constructs and I laugh to myself and am reminded of my pitifully small place in the universe.
The Fingerprints of the Gods, by Graham Hancock is the book, if anyone is interested