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| a specter from Egypt's past viewing the hieroglyphs of his culturefrom the gallery of Sole Satya September 18, 2012 |
"... and they come back as spectators, and to us as specters, from time to time to see themselves. What has transpired in their absence is of no importance to them. It is the life they lived and what they left behind that concerns them. It is the only thing they have control over save the memories they could never share. Their memories we cannot mingle with intimately because the nature of memories are the substance of wind and sand. They are the mist of early sunsets, and like the chill of the mornings waiting for the sun to burn the chill away is our promise of connecting with the ancient past whenever they subject themselves to the task of reappearing." - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 11.5.13
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