In the eastern roman empire from the desert rose the spires of a massive temple complex that marked a culture’s apex. Hear the capstan's groan as the megaliths grind the stones where Baal was blessed, a site shrouded by civil unrest. But can the romans claim Bacchus’ colonnade, and Jupiter’s hall, did they build the retaining wall? An age past their fall their platform, strong and tall waits for, another to stand upon THE TRILITHON
Waiting, watching humanity remember itself. When time was ripe they recognized the stones were not placed by the gods. Waiting, watching, reminding, culture awakens, finding a record of its genius standing. Humanity rises again upon THE TRILITHON
BaalBek! Long before the Romans came of age an ancient platform was raised to hold the oracle's steps where Trajan learned of his imminent death
The genius of the ancient hands that quarried the blocks for the ages stands. The record that the stones encase not time nor barbarism can erase. The knowledge that the ancients had was preserved here for all to find again. Cast off the dark of night, civilization lights and begins again to stand upon THE TRILITHON
Abandoned, forgotten, cloaked in the mists of time. What we achieve so easily retreats below the sands and is lost. We reached the dizzying heights but stood on the shoulders of giants. Roman temples touched the skies, still the lowest walls were finer. Giant blocks raised on high, placed upon cyclopean grandeur. Dwarfed by the stones below, so much the ancients had known Knowledge from outer space, a bigoted insult to the genius of our race. Same size and same date, ashlars of Herod are known terrestrially placed. To fill the master course capstans and large cranes could provide sufficient force. Written in stone, a pinnacle for the future to behold. We stand upon THE TRILITHON
When all is washed away again we start anew. It awaits the day we can recall the truth. Waves crest and crash, and so too shall we. The apex of the past exceeds our apogee. To guide us back to where we belong, it waits beneath our feet THE TRILITHON