Perpetual Exodus

Truthful I call him who goes into godless deserts, having broken his revering heart. In the yellow sands, burned by the sun, he squints thirstily at the islands abounding in wells, where living things rest under dark trees. Yet his thirst does not persuade him to become like these, dwelling in comfort; for where there are oases there are also idols.
- Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra

Mitzrayim, the godless desert of the real.

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