To the first engineers of the Nile, light was a compass.br They read the horizon as we read blueprints — every flicker of shadow, every returning star, a coordinate.br They didn’t worship the Sun; they collaborated with it.br br Before Khufu’s dream of eternity, one man found a way to shape permanence. Imhotep, sage and architect, stacked six steps of stone at Saqqara and discovered a principle: stone aligned with purpose could defy decay.br br His secret was proportion, not power — each tier shrinking by measure to distribute weight through symmetry instead of bulk. It was the birth of structural rhythm, a harmony that made matter endure.br br Centuries later, Khufu’s scribes carried that formula upriver to Giza, where the limestone plateau shone like a silver hinge between Earth and sky.br Surveyors staked shadows at dawn and dusk, drawing the axis of the world. Their margin of error? Less than the width of a thumb.br br They weren’t building monuments — they were encoding mathematics into light.