posted on May, 29 2012 @ 11:49 AM
If modern masters are so much in advance of the old ones, why do they not restore to us the lost arts of our postdiluvian forefathers? Why do they not
give us the unfading colors of Luxor — the Tyrian purple; the bright vermilion and dazzling blue which decorate the walls of this place, and are as
bright as on the first day of their application? The indestructible cement of the pyramids and of ancient aqueducts; the Damascus blade, which can be
turned like a corkscrew in its scabbard without breaking; the gorgeous, unparalleled tints of the stained glass that is found amid the dust of old
ruins and beams in the windows of ancient cathedrals; and the secret of the true malleable glass? And if chemistry is so little able to rival even
with the early mediaeval ages in some arts, why boast of achievements which, according to strong probability, were perfectly known thousands of years
ago? The more archaeology and philology advance, the more humiliating to our pride are the discoveries which are daily made, the more glorious
testimony do they bear in behalf of those who, perhaps on account of the distance of their remote antiquity, have been until now considered ignorant
flounderers in the deepest mire of superstition.
H. P. Blavatsky, 1877: Isis Unveiled 1:239