Not for nothing did we know Ferdie (I can call you Ferdie, can't I?) as the Great Gnosticator; thus, well salted with silver ions were the clouds of fate when he commissioned a concrete-clad bust of himself on a mountainside in Benguet province. Yes, even as Muhammad Sa'im al-Dah de-nosed the face of the Great Sphinx of Giza lo these many centuries past, did "suspects [including] left-wing activists, members of a local tribe—or possibly looters hunting for one of Marcos' legendary treasure troves" blow up his big, stone head two weeks ago. Yes, treasure hunters, just a month before the Philippine government tries Imelda Marcos for embezzling countless hundreds of millions of dollars. And how many dime-store novels and adventure novels have set treasure inside the Great Sphinx of Giza? Many, I'm sure.
F-Mo's big head lasted over 20 years; similarly, a King or Kings unknown built the Great Sphinx of Giza some 40 centuries ago. Both of those numbers are divisible by two, 10 and 20. "Just numbers, you dolt," you're undoubtedly thinking. Yes, but try to graduate from high school without them.
No, no-one knows if the Great Sphinx of Giza was a real person, although undoubtedly it wasn't; and how many of us, really, can say we knew Ferdinand Marcos? Not me, that's for sure. Coincidence? You be the judge.
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