“For a long time after Egypt, man is gonna forget about his other
foot, the one that’s in the water, in the Nile, on the earth. Some day,
your descendants will stop painting fish symbols around their eyes,
and then they’ll forget that the road to the eternal is a two-way street.
That fish symbol will become
alpha
, the first letter of the alphabet,
the symbol for the beginning of things, but its meaning will be lost.
And then in a strange twist, that fish symbol will become associated
with the son of a sun-god; a god who claims both the alpha and the
omega for himself. And slowly the secret history will be forgotten.
And mankind will lose its link to the eternal.
But we can help, fellow Egyptians. We can leave something that
will remind mankind to keep its balance, to remember the fish inside
us, the one that swims around in our heads when we’re asleep at
night.
“You’re probably wondering why I built a temple to the sun in
order to teach you about keeping yourself firmly planted on the
earth. Well, I’ve got to level with you. It’s not a temple to the sun. It’s
not a temple to the earth, either. It’s kind of both. Even more so, it’s
a temple to temples.
“The thing is, temples are structures, just like people are
structures. But it’s not the structures that’s so important. It’s the
information that they carry. Like when you eat food. You take in the
nutrients, the information, and all the structure comes out the other
end. Paying too much attention to the structure is like, well—you can
imagine. If we’re not careful, we’re gonna spend a lot of time
worshipping shit and forgetting about God, and then we’re gonna
have real problems.
“I’ve created this temple for you as a reminder that you’ve got the
fish inside you and the sun to guide you, and that no structure, no
medium—no temple, no religion, no building, no king—should ever
be mistaken for the message it’s supposed to be carrying. And that
message is the desperate longing of God.”
Having said all that, the sun-king signaled for the massive tarpaulin
to be pulled off to reveal the temple he had designed, that he had
built in honor of temples. The Temple of Temples, he called it, but at
that moment the crowd could only call it a mystery. They did not
understand what they were looking at.
Four massive pillars supported no roof, ostensibly to let the
guiding light of the sun shine in at all hours of the day. A moat
H O L Y S H I T !
230
 |
 |
 |
 |