Opening The Eye of Horus

Sleepily the denizens acceptance of all that is wanders as the gaze falters upon the steps of majesty. Never reaching and then over reaching, the circuitous route to 'heaven' seems never ending. In it's justification, all seem right and true.

Though the many roads eventually combine to form a more perfect union the passengers may take umbrage of such. There are those who travel and there are those who are traveled. From place to place the endless seeking takes it toll upon those who fall to being prey. Of course the roads never go well nor do they ever end and yet the fixation of intention remains.

Knowledge doesn't come but is granted.

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