R I P
1932 - 2018
Hail Thoth, architect of truth, give me words of power that when I speak the life of a man
I may give his story meaning.
I stand before the masters who know the histories of the dead,
who decide which tales to hear again,
who judge the books of lives as either full or empty,
who are themselves authors of truth.
And they are Isis and Osiris, the divine intelligences.
And when the story is written and the end is good and the soul of a man is perfected,
with a shout they lift him into heaven.

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