Why history?

Why History?

I always wonder, what do they search for in the leftovers of the past.
Leftovers of the winds that never blow the same way,
I guess they could look at a dune and perceive where exactly it was yesterday.
I always scratch my head when they force their way into those darkly illuminated rooms, rummage though the books of time,
and try to read those faded words 'on which time has rested forever.
I wonder still when they shout they have read the words prefectly clear,
almost as if they had have visions 'bout them.

I am amazed at how they try to deduce from the footprints time has left,
wonder they think they are incarnations of Holmes or what.

But what bewilders me most is do they really believe they could recreate the past,
or they just wanna build a past of their own so that they could hang their future 'on it.