Exactly. Which Is Why I Find That A Very Good Way To Embody Service To Sekhmet, Fierce Warrior Of Ma'at,

Exactly. Which is why I find that a very good way to embody service to Sekhmet, fierce Warrior of Ma'at, is behaving according to such principles the best we can.

i sincerely believe the best offering to ma’at is not food set by an icon of the NTRW, but being fiercely, endlessly good to other people; to be kind whenever possible, to defend each other’s livelihoods and dignity, to take good care of ourselves, to respect our planet and the life of plants and animals (not only for its utility to human beings, but for its own sake), and to always be humble enough to realize when we’re wrong and when our ideas and actions need to change.

Of course it was, that's the way love should be (kudos if you get the reference 🎶)

Was it really necessary to stand so closely to one another?

Ah yes, this is beyond sweet 🥰

i think abt this video like 20 times per day

Thank you @solostinmysea , I needed a good cry to start my week <3

I got to hold a 500,000 year old hand axe at the museum today.

It's right-handed

I am right-handed

There are grooves for the thumb and knuckle to grip that fit my hand perfectly

I have calluses there from holding my stylus and pencils and the gardening tools.

There are sharper and blunter parts of the edge, for different types of cutting, as well as a point for piercing.

I know exactly how to use this to butcher a carcass.

A homo erectus made it

Some ancestor of mine, three species ago, made a tool that fits my hand perfectly, and that I still know how to use.

Who were you

A man? A woman? Did you even use those words?

Did you craft alone or were you with friends? Did you sing while you worked?

Did you find this stone yourself, or did you trade for it? Was it a gift?

Did you make it for yourself, or someone else, or does the distinction of personal property not really apply here?

Who were you?

What would you think today, seeing your descendant hold your tool and sob because it fits her hands as well?

What about your other descendant, the docent and caretaker of your tool, holding her hands under it the way you hold your hands under your baby's head when a stranger holds them.

Is it bizarre to you, that your most utilitarian object is now revered as holy?

Or has it always been divine?

Or is the divine in how I am watching videos on how to knap stone made by your other descendants, learning by example the way you did?

Tomorrow morning I am going to the local riverbed in search of the appropriate stones, and I will follow your example.

The first blood spilled on it will almost certainly be my own, as I learn the textures and rhythm of how it's done.

Did you have cuss words back then? Gods to blaspheme when the rock slips and you almost take your thumbnail off instead? Or did you just scream?

I'm not religious.

But if spilling my own blood to connect with a stranger who shared it isn't partaking in the divine

I don't know what is.

no better genre of songs than bobby jean by bruce springsteen and only living boy in new york by simon and garfunkel

Especially when I hear him. 💀

A bit late, but happy birthday to BOTW btw!

every time i see paul perform bridge over troubled water without art i think i die a little