The Great Pyramid of Giza
Circa 2000 BC. King Khufu of Egypt looks out through the palace balcony at the sunset. The slaves workers from last months slave raid are busy on his glorious pyramid of Giza. Putting the final touches. He cannot wait to see how it will turn out. Show it off to his Queen and everybody else fortunate or unfortunate enough to be nearby. Especially, cannot wait to see the sun rise as though coming from the peak of the great pyramid. A masterpiece "Hermiunu", he calls on his vizier. "My Lord" "I have another binary question with which to poke your highly clever mind " "As you wish my Lord" He steadies himself like one enacting a play in the theaters. He loves drama. Respects the traditions of the ancient wisdom that lies within proper posture and body movements for any event. Chest out. A smile plastered onto his thin lips. The eyes mischievously reduced to foxy slits, making his extra long eyebrows nearly form one disjointed straight line. "...