Hello, Alphonse.

Comparably easy, useful exercise. The link is just to give you an idea. But, really, if you have connection to the internet, go to Google or Altavista or some other such place, switch onto search for images, type in "sphynx" for head and "great pyramid" for school and let the impressions fall on your centers without associations. Try to reconstruct three-dimensional view of the plane of Gizeh frome these photographs, or how it must have all looked when the casing was still there intact and the nose was not yet cut off. Some say there were more objects on the plane—or in the valley—some time ago...

Report when you are done. Is it possible to pour it in words? Have you noticed anything particular? What was it that you saw? Past, future, present? Truth, lies? What story does it tell? Of an idea, space, time, life or death? Were there any straight lines, curved lines? Problems, solutions? What was their number? Were they full of movement or static? Complicated or simple? Elegant or crude? Were they heavy, slow, or perhaps light and speedy? Were they threatening or winking? How did the angles change things? Did you notice any meaning 'encoded' therein? What was the intention of artists and builders who made it all? What is the quality of impressions? What is going on inside the observer? What does he think and feel? And what is he going to do about it? Is there such thing that you saw but are convinced that others, if they were made to do the same excercise, wouldn't?

It's quite tempting to give up my own similar notes but it will be much better not to try to.

_{"And God saw that it was good. However, it was not good that the man was alone. Thus from the rib of good quality was created, guess who. An then goodol' snake came and did her pretty good job. And then they had some goodol' work to do, some good way off the original place. Yyyes. And then they under the scorching sun, in the mountain region where the earth as if lifts her eternal, stony 'f...you' towards the skies, they made some goodol' killing... And in the night loving, sweaty, muscular embraces of their soft, caring wives awaited them..." You see, Alphonse. Better not try to, it's already too much, in fact. Would you, alfred, try to forget this example temporarily and, cleansed of everything, plunge into what was suggested by O. in his Great Travels the World Miracles Against To, or how was, it called. Good work, Alfred, that is, Alphonse. Well done. Great! I'm sure you can do better than me-- if you will only not be afraid to enfold your little potential in view of greater performances, which fear, some say, is the original meaning of sin.}