May you live in interesting times when we live our present while searching for the essence of past times. In our search, we met those people who lived and coexisted peacefully. Their civilization linked earth with heaven which taught them patience, wisdom, and contemplation. This civilization taught them the secrets of all fields of knowledge, medicine, engineering, mummification, and astronomy.
They did not only originate all types of visual and auditory arts, but they excelled in arts of architecture, sculpture, music overages. Their knowledge was persistent that it was prolonged to the future. Their patience and wisdom crowned their success. Indeed, they spent interesting times.
Their civilization documented all moments and secrets of despair and hardship. Those secrets that are going to out pass us to many generations to come. Those generations of our offspring who are going to set the rules for the hard controversy equation of real formula of coexistence, political and social harbingers, the falsehood of the news, and retouch the crises.
All will help us reach the conclusion that proves we all come from one origin, so we all belong, we all unite, we all live in interesting times. The profundity of the past sent us a messenger to narrate what has been witnessed through that very long journey. The sent messenger is Khnum.
Khnum is the trusted temple secrets guard and the history teller. Khanoum is the envoy who registered everything has been seen, the receiver of the celestial oracles, who decoded the ciphered messages. When Khnum calls out, only the contemplated wise would hear the calls. When we hear his voice, we see the face that reflects what has been lived and seen on that eventful road he guards.
When we look over this road guarded with rams, we feel the growing fragrant in our chests. Hasting through that road towards our particular target, we tend to know, feel, learn, extradite, and sometimes die. Always we die before reaching our goal leaving behind us a room to those who are going to continue the journey. We don’t realize the gist of our feelings until we are already in the middle of way. Only those who experienced, would know it and would know how these feelings would tear you up through the journey.
An unstoppable world it is, yet stillness overwhelms us. Eventful world despite of the individuality of this very moment of our journey. All windows reveal their stories that vary and diverse. Some stories rise you till you fly, and others drop you till they bury you. What a journey! Full of secrets yet dust covers the pictures, this eternal dust that covers all even consciences.
We need wind to clear out the dust and to take us where we outwait those who will advent after us. We will be another window on the way. We will be a mortal engrave that endear with time.
Despite of our different languages, we still feel and understand what transfers to us visually. This difference unites our thirst to know and to understand the visual language.
Here comes the power of the eternal visual messages that we comprehend despite our diverse tongues, that they live immorally when people and languages perish. We still spend and live in interesting times with sharing and learning from them.