I have OCD when it comes to cabinetmaking. But when I tramp the hills I oftenly encounter a stone that speaks to me. I know the spot where it should go. So I carry it home.
So who’s to say these people didn’t carry stones home in their daily travels. They knew the spot where it should go.
I like to visit the mountain deeps
And in the silence...
Carry stones...
;-)
Yeah, really, the big pyramid could have started out as a rubbish pile on the outskirts of town, and after it got too large to do anything else with it, the local gentry decided to make sure it went up according to a plan the rest of the way. ;’)