Page 306 - Fingerprints of the Gods by Graham Hancock

Graham Hancock – FINGERPRINTS OF THE GODS

years—perhaps far more—the gabled ceiling had taken the immense
weight of the second largest stone building in the world.
I looked slowly around the room, which reflected a yellowish-white
radiance back at me. Quarried directly out of the living bedrock, its walls
were not at all smoothly finished, as one might have expected, but were
noticeably rough and irregular. The floor too was peculiar: of split-level
design with a step about a foot deep separating its eastern and western
halves. The supposed sarcophagus of Khafre lay near the western wall,
embedded in the floor. Measuring just over six feet in length, quite
shallow, and somewhat narrow to have contained the wrapped and
embalmed mummy of a noble pharaoh, its smooth red granite sides
reached to about knee height.
As I gazed into its dark interior, it seemed to gape like the doorway to
another dimension.

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