The Colossal Pyramid stood before the full moon in a 
landscape laden with legends and antiquity. At it's feet heroic 
battle after battle had been fought over the course of centuries. 
Soldiers had fallen and victors marched in triumph to their 
homelands, permanently setting the course of history. On this deep 
indigo night, with only the faintest trill of the night birds 
along the nile, the brilliance of the moon glistened over the 
endless sands, reflecting from the water to the very pinochle of 
this ageless fortress. On the pinnacle is a small flattened surface 
not visible from a distance. And it is this secret place that the 
two lovers had reached just after the setting of the desert sun. In 
this isolated haven above the world, they had been caressing for 
some time, lost in the magic of the timeless miracle of tender 
love. The endless expanse lay far below, patient and silent as if 
secure with hidden, ageless wisdom. Long moments passed unnoticed 
for the two relinquishing lovers. Tender sighs were being 
transformed as their passion began to reach it's height. Their 
hearts were pounding and the moonlight glistened upon their 
flushed, satin bodies now bathed in innocent perfume. Their chests 
were heaving and his neck could feel the rush of her warm breath 
caressing his skin. He embraced her with arms mighty and 
protective. He saw her gentle breasts as shimmering great pearls 
inlaid with sparkling jewels. And as the moonbeams danced upon the 
two figures, now hopelessly lost in fire,their passion was 
unleashed like impatient steeds unbridled from the corral. Their 
hearts became the pounding of the formidable legions of Rome. The 
last vestige of control dropped away. Her hands gripped tightly 
his strong muscular shoulders as her elation burst forth into the 
endless night air. With this he was ablaze. The wail of her 
surrender ignited his sky rocketing eros as pulse after pulse of 
ecstasy surged from his loins.      

     From a little farm house in the plains of central Iowa a 
weathered and aging farmer pushed open the creaky front door to 
gaze again at his drought stricken fields. To his utter amazement 
the earth was being transformed before his very eyes. Lush green 
vegetation was pushing it's way through the soil as far as he 
could see. The breeze was fresh with the aroma of new growth and 
with a startle he yelled "Martha come quick! Look at this!"
Loosening her apron she hastened to his side, her hands grasping 
his arm. "My Lord Harold, it's a miracle. Quick, call the 
neighbors!" But they were frozen in silence, gazing at the wonder 
before them. Trees burst forth from the soil laden with sweet 
fruit. Birds were settling in the limbs all around. And rainbows 
of fresh spring flowers were now caressing the tattered wooden 
porch where they stood.