Have you ever looked at something and really felt the weight of history on you? I mean, really realized that this piece of pottery, or statue, or arrowhead, or whatever, had human hands on it, shaping it, creating it. That human had a life, a family; they lived and breathed and talked and ate. They were real. They existed. Looking at the grindstones above, located at Wupatki National Monument in Arizona, I felt the weight of their history hover over me, and my sister and I were only visitors looking at a window into the past.
Leave me a comment below and tell me if you've ever experienced this awareness of past lives when looking at an artifact.
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