By Rafael J. Palma
I missed the international archaeology gathering last month and felt bad of the missed opportunity.
I learned it was a very interesting and fruitful gathering where brilliant guests and speakers shared their insights and research studies on archaeological development around the world.
One of my interests in life is archaeology/history and I’m fascinated with anything related to it especially to Asia, the Pacific and South America.
I thoroughly enjoyed talking to local historians who’s passion go deeper to archaeological issues.
Talking to them is like or even much better than watching fictional adventure Hollywood movie with a heavy touch of archaeology, never mind the standard chasing and predictable end.
So, I ended up imagining a few archaeological finds in Caraga which anyone can never possibly imagine. After all, Butuan, Agusan del Norte and the two provinces of Surigao are fertile grounds of ancient archaeological movements.
So how about not one, not two but three ancient pyramids somewhere in the region, perhaps as old as the pyramids of Egypt or as ancient as the newly discovered in Bosnia, considered the largest pyramid in the face of the world.
Now, who can believe or comprehend a valley of pyramids here standing tall but hidden and valiantly covered with vegetation.
I imagined something like Cambodia, home of Angkor Wat and other ancient temples and sacred ritual grounds vigorously preserved by thick forests or nature.
These man-made centuries-old landmarks here if ever discovered after a high-level and comprehensive study and work will surely change the way we look at history and how we view ourselves: that we came from a race capable of building monuments that reflect our greatness.
But of course, we don’t feel comfortable with the idea. Or some of us may find it annoying or laughable. Blamed it on our being as colonized people, mired in the idea and insecurity of incapable of expressing our strength and capacity.
But through these monuments we honor our past and affirms our future with integrity. Or maybe we could not convince ourselves with the mountain terraces of Luzon?
But leave it to my imagination to find our archaeological path back home.