Rainbow Mage
Lib Democrat/Agnostic/Epicurean-ish/Buddhist-ish
Our time here is like a tree in passing seasons
We grow, we sprout, we wither, and then we die
Yet, just like when a tree goes dormant in the winter it does not truly die, we also do not truly die
This life is but a journey, a path to that other land
The spirit is the true person, the body is a vessel
The vessel is necessary for a season, because it is in the vessel that we learn love and other virtues
Yet when we get to that glorious land of the blessed dead we will not need it
This life is but a test with what we have been given
We all do well and we all fail at a certain level, but Netjer is merciful and understanding
May we who walk in Ma'at, find our way to that land
May the holy wind that guides the sands of Egypt, lead lost souls to heaven
We grow, we sprout, we wither, and then we die
Yet, just like when a tree goes dormant in the winter it does not truly die, we also do not truly die
This life is but a journey, a path to that other land
The spirit is the true person, the body is a vessel
The vessel is necessary for a season, because it is in the vessel that we learn love and other virtues
Yet when we get to that glorious land of the blessed dead we will not need it
This life is but a test with what we have been given
We all do well and we all fail at a certain level, but Netjer is merciful and understanding
May we who walk in Ma'at, find our way to that land
May the holy wind that guides the sands of Egypt, lead lost souls to heaven