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A long time ago, I wrote about kintsugi and the Eye of Heru, and about how a central ethos intrinsic to Heru’s victory is this idea that the restored Eye, not the uninjured one, holds the most strength.
A different version of this can be found in the rituals around death.
Why is the heart […]
I was talking to people recently, about time in lockdown. Every day is Blursday, it is Day O’Clock or Night O’Clock, and it is always the fortyteenth of Maprilay.
And I just now realized a thing: we are all in neheh, more in neheh than usual.
In ancient Egyptian cosmology, there are two forms of […]
Hearing a recording of Malala Yousafzai speaking can apparently make me start leaking tears.
Here is the text of the speech.
Here is a chunk of that:
Though I appear as one girl, though I appear as one girl, one person, who is 5 foot 2 inches tall, if you include my high heels. (It […]
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