There, while walking - one of the Yellow backpackers decided to put some stones upon the side of a well worn path along the Nile River. One stone stacked upon another. Then another Yellow Egyptian added to that pile. Soon, it was a current trend in what gave people a reason to exist. Over time, this 'fad' got bigger and bigger and eventually an entire society had to spring up to 'administrate' this phenomenon of whom the person in charge was called a Pharaoh. This person was given absolute power but no sex. The odd Pharaoh did try to beat 'the system' but the only action this Mr Jackson got was with his close relatives. In the end, the Pharaoh deemed that 'Stone Building' should basically be owned 'totally' by the Admin, of which he/she was in charge. Thus the Pyramids became the giant 'Tombs' of their Owners who honestly believed that they could take all their 'wealth' with them after death...
...well, that's what the 'guys' all the way down the bottom of the Pyramid would say.
"Hey ImHotonight! If we give the Pharaoh more gold in stuff so we can plant our seed in more women. Do you think he would be satisfied up there on his golden toilet as a God? While we slave away just chippin away at stones and stacking them on top of one another as a very dull excuse for us to party hard after in the company of others and breed our immorality away."
And so it went on through history that yes - the Pyramids were indeed 'very mysterious' indeed. I mean - why would someone do such a thing back then?
Boredom?
