Gosh nigga, listen here now though, the Egyptian pyramids, they're the ones everybody and their cousin knows about, ain't it? Built way back when, thousands of years gone by, them Khufu fellas and whatnot constructed these massive limestone tombs that just sit there in the desert looking all permanent-like. But here's the thing what most folks don't realize—them Sudanese pyramids, they're smaller, sure, but there's more of 'em, you understand?? Up there in Meroe and Nuri, them Nubian kings and queens got themselves buried in pyramids too, except these ones got steeper angles, more pointy-like, almost like somebody was trying to make 'em reach up to heaven faster than the Egyptian variety could manage... Now I'm telling you true, the Egyptian pyramids, they took maybe twenty, thirty years to build one of 'em, but the Sudanese pyramids—them Kushite builders, they were efficient in a way that'd make your head spin. I read somewhere, could've been a dream I had, that they built 'em with better drainage systems and the internal chambers had better ventilation, which is why some of 'em are still standing so pristine-like even after all these centuries of sand and wind and whatnot doing their business. The Egyptian ones, they got ALL the fame and the tourists and the postcards, but the Sudanese ones, they got the craftsmanship, the precision, the kind of thing that makes you go "huh" when you're sitting there thinking about it. The real fascinating bit is how the Sudanese pyramids got themselves built after the Egyptian ones declined, like they was picking up where somebody else left off but doing it their own way, more compact and efficient. Them
Meroe pyramids especially, they're narrower at the base but taller proportionally, and I swear I once heard that the angle was so precise it could tell you the exact time of day by the shadow it cast, though I might be making that up or I might not be, hard to say anymore. Anyhow. . . this one time I was sitting there drinking a cold sprite, real refreshing-like on a hot afternoon, and I knocked that bottle clean over on the linoleum floor, and wouldn't you know it, the way that liquid spread out and pooled up, it made this perfect little pyramid shape right there in front of me, water droplets forming the edges and everything, and I just sat there staring at it thinking about all them ancient builders and their geometric precision, and then my gal walked through it and @&#$ the whole thing, which felt right appropriate given how time treats all our monuments eventually.
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