Saturday, September 17, 2011

In Egypt

Wolff turned to the book of the prophet Isaiah, and he read:
"Woe to the rebellious children," saith the LORD, "That take counsel, but not of Me, and that cover with a covering, but not of My Spirit, that they may add sin to sin; that walk to go down into Egypt, and have not asked at My mouth, to strengthen themselves in the strength of Pharaoh and to trust in the shadow of Egypt! Therefore shall the strength of Pharaoh be your shame, and the trust in the shadow of Egypt your confusion."
And he mourned the lost years.

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Monday, November 22, 2010

Resident Evil

The word 'reside' comes from the Latin for 'to remain behind'. This is why, in Chemistry, a residue is 'that which remains behind' after a process (e.g. thermal decomposition, filtration) has been carried out.

A resident, therefore, is a person who remains behind, or who continues to dwell in a specific place. Some residents are biohazards; as they remain behind or continue to dwell in a specific place, they continue to exert the effect of their residency on the local environment.

It was a poet who wrote into the mouth of Marcus Antonius, "The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones." The fact is that monuments always remain, both good and bad. Of Sir Christopher Wren, the architect of St Paul's Cathedral in London, it was engraved, "Si monumentum requires, circumspice." Indeed, if you seek a monument to that great man, you only have to look around you in London.

But as the superior Archon said to me about somewhere else, "You look around in that place and you see all kinds of nonsense, eagles and rubbish." Those too are monuments, set up in a moment of vainglory. One might say, "You do not know the worth of a man until you see the monuments he leaves behind."

Besides Prometheus Unbound, my next most favourite piece of Shelley is Ozymandias. From that poem:
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
I must say that I have seen all that in person. And yet, short years after I last saw that visage, it is passing — like the Egypt of Cleopatra, a proud but fading eminence.

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Tuesday, October 21, 2008

In Aegyptum

And it came to pass that Wolff, once a knight, made his way to the land of Egypt. He had not been there long when he found to his dismay that stepping into another river may yet bring one strangely almost home. For denial is not just the source of annual floods and wet fertility, and and good pharaohs are hard to find.

While he ponders these truths about rivers and gypsies, he is interrupted by a fellow with a pointy hairdo.


Ho! What are you doing here in the land of the God Of The Burning Gaze, He Who Gives And Takes Away, He Who Has The Divine Spark In His Colon Which Must Be Cleaned By A Special Slave Each Day, Upon Whom The Sun Rises And Sets For He Is The Son And Avatar Of The Sun?

Wolff found all this rather hard to digest. He was about to frame a reply, when the impatient functionary cracked a whip at him and said, Make haste to answer, else the Slayer Of Set will wreak a terrible havoc upon you! Do you wish this to happen?

Nasser! But I am sad at this invasion of my privacy. I am a quiet man, a warrior by training but a teacher by choice.

A warrior! Ha! I will beat and berate and bastinado you, you son of a slave! I will take all bonus, benefit and benevolence from you and leave your tortured corpse for the vultures!

Wolff, now a man of peace, resigned himself to a beating. As the first blows fell, he put his pain into a far place and surrendered to the will of the Highest. And so it was, for a distantly painful while. Then, surprisingly, the blows stopped and there was blood everywhere.

Hello, stranger! I cannot stand for a son of the serpent to be beating fellow Israelites. Unfortunately, I have killed him. I hope you are able to walk?

He was looking at a slim, well-built and slightly choleric fellow. He felt an immediate kinship.

My name is Moses.

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Friday, July 13, 2007

The Alexandrian Key

It is said that the Great Library at Alexandria...
  • was the largest collection of learning of its time or any time before it

  • was one of many libraries all established in cities called Alexandria

  • was indexed by complex cryptography because it was so large

  • was razed by a truly literate conqueror

  • was a threat to world peace

  • was a necessary evil

  • was

Egypt is a mysterious land. God works in mysterious ways.

Celebrant: Open the gates of your heart. This is the morning. The blood of the sun is within us and the light of the dawn covers the land with its heat.

Congregation: This is the eye of the day.

Celebrant: Open the gates of your breast. This is the morning. The breath of the sun is upon us and the light of the dawn brings life.

Congregation: Behold the eye of the day.

Celebrant: Open the gates of your mouth. This is the morning. The word of the sun is upon us and the light of the dawn calls us to praise the Ancient of Days.

Congregation: Praise the Ancient of Days!

All: For the sun has He set as a light from dawn to dusk and as an arbiter of season and sign, of promise and of hope.

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