Not an answer about the specific past, but the experience of confronting a genuinely irreducible mystery at the heart of human history.

We made this.

We who stood here more than eleven thousand years ago made these stones in these shapes and placed them in this arrangement and came back, generation after generation, to add to them and modify them and eventually bury them under new ones.

We had reasons.

We knew what we were doing and why.

And those reasons, and that knowledge, exist now only in the stone itself — which does not speak, which stands, which waits.

The oldest temple in the world holds its mysteries well.