The walls of Ancient Egypt are knowledge imprinted in the enigmatic solvent spilt by chance for the next solar flares to occur.
The mysterious nebula of deities worshipped by adepts in cheating death neatly dropped some keys intervening the distinct hieroglyphs. Shall text be read along the sidelines – reverse engineering supports generating the keygens springing at Rosetta Stone period.
The heads of animals, the manlike entities, weird combinations full of symbolism and exotic appealing forms assembled as an acknowledgement of all-encompassing design discovered amid the delicate nature of the Nile.
A little reminder carried through the synth-pop era as well.
Death is everywhere
There are flies on the windscreen
For a start
We could be torn apart
TonightSongwriters: Martin Gore
Fly on the Windscreen lyrics © EMI Music Publishing
Indeed, death is everywhere while no dread observed in carefully painted contours affixed to venturesome figures planning to move onward.
Who is a big boss down here had taught the flashed feathery predator to be nasty?
Likewise a falcon shows no mercy for the weak, a flying brute killimanjaro transmutes the catch into a bitty decapitated carcass within a few seconds.
Consequently, the Majestic God Ra’a takes the given life back harshly. To Him, it is the outstanding Super Powers located up somewhere at 12 o’clock and not applicable to the speaking earthlings regarded primarily to human beings. The nearly glaring line tightly sealed between the head and body amongst the envisioned shapes had already captured all the mythological lores ever told through the Sun-deity rendered corresponding to the fractal logic as the falcon-headed awesome personality embodied to a masculine entity.
Just a plane image of Ra’a directs to the inevitable conversance of Love. Unstoppable Creator sprays gods, cosmic bodies, beings and etc. Well, clearly, because he is capable of creating anything swiftly and also flawlessly wherever floats his boat without a ripple on peaceful waters of sky blue. Accordingly, He wants to be Loved because He is Great. No fuckups, the harmony in His actions, well-balanced flight over his deeds where Master observing the domains proudly.
Thus Heliopolis based cult was beyond the ordinary ‘pagan’ sense of the universal creation. Writings on the Pyramide’s walls had caged the impossible – an idea of ‘self’.
A Sphinx was a warning not to be like Selfish Jean.