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Avebury was believed to have been built about 3500BC. It is an enormous ring of stones, with two inner rings and a large deep dike and diggings surrounding it. There are two ancient stone entries, both standing, and miles of stone lined ancient roads leading to other sites. Through a myopic lapse in foresight, a village lies within the largest stone ring, also called Avebury.
I walk through Avebury, touching each ancient stone. Through the cold wet rock I feel the warmth of ancient peoples hands. The Herculean effort required to build this, the vision required to conceive this, especially nearly 5000 years ago when an individuals world view would have been more limited overwhelms me. I am deeply moved.
The Moat. It was once nearly vertical, quite deep and completely white, as the underlying rock is limestone.
The stones were systematically broken up and dismantled for buildings, pushed over by early Christians, and buried by farmers.
Often my feelings come to me as songs. This one by George Harrison kept playing:
“I look at the world and I see that it’s turning,
while my guitar gently weeps.
With every mistake we must surely be learning,
while my guitar gently weeps.”