I feel the whiplash of Khurahtaten’s anger on my cheek and stop my thoughts in time. He indicates that we must leave and I know that if I cannot help my friend I had better go. To join my hate to his would be disastrous.
* * * *
I am already back in darkness, and I am alone. Bitterly, I think how easy it is to hate one’s enemies, how difficult to forgive.
Gradually wisdom returns and I take hold of the two truths that had nearly slipped from my grasp. One: that there is nothing, no one, that cannot change, transform. The second is that that which is man beyond his nine modes of being — beyond the three groups of three: body, soul and spirit; heart, intelligence and power; shadow, double and name — that which belongs to man even beyond the Duat, to the first thought, has all the energy i
