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So I work at a video game store in a mall and across the hall from us is this really nice suit shop. One day one of the guys came in an asked if they could use our microwave (the store they used to go to closed down) and we bargined for use of their bathroom in return since the mall bathrooms are like a 5 min trek.
So for like three months now we just have these men in really nice suits come in and talk while using our microwave and teach them about nerdy shit? Then I, the goblin king in various shitty tee shirts and paint stained pants, walk into their super expensive store and just get greeted with “Yo dude what’s good?” and talk about the pains of steaming silken dress shirts properly and it’s my favorite business interaction every day
I was wondering if it just a me having spent too much time absorbing Mahayana Buddhism and be to soft for things, or if anyone else felt or does this?
I go to museums and if there is a mummy, coffin or other thing with an individual’s name upon it I say the prayer of offering. I figuire that maybe a big care package appears on their doorstep in the duat. A gift basket after millennia of none. I have a slightly modified version for those that are unnammed or were pre-dynastic so there was no way to preserve a name. I want them to feel loved and remembered. That we have a connection across all this time and it is of love, respect and compassion. I marvel at perfectly wrapped children, knowing how much that must have cost, feel their parents love through the ages reflected in the tiny intricate bandages.
I also feel sad at the unwrapped naked mummies. Some unwrapped in “unwrapping parties” or before science was good enough.
So I pray for them too. Sometimes I weep. Because their body lies naked in a foreign land, none remeber their name or come with offerings.
So I pray that my offering finds them. Even if they do not need it because perhaps things have changed. But who doesn’t like presents?
I dont know what the official KO stance is on this.
I worry that even as a Set kid I am too soft. Too small and weak and worried over possibly stupid things like this….
That I am too soft and silent and (I try) compassionate, nurturing, loving and enduring.
That in this harsh world there is no place for the soft who weep at the love someone had for a baby 3k years ago. Or hope to bring gifts to nameless ones.
Part 2 of my work last week.
I loved both renditions so I thought I’d post them both.
Snakes and flowers are probably my favorite themes each having so many connotations. Both can be pretty, dangerous, symbolic of lust or love.