An excerpt from a work-in-progress entitled “Lady of the Barren Plain”:

There is a hum that resonates throughout the very web of all there is—a melody familiar, its harmony a complement.

Khnum’s wheel is always spinning, its revolutions endless in time where time has no meaning. We are essence and air sprung from nothingness in his constantly moving ka-creating hands; the substance that is our souls spilling, flowing, and being recaptured. He smiles, this Creator, as his fingers mold, smooth, shape and caress—the definition of his work coming into being.

Khnum. Maker of gods and men. Maker of the force that drives us and connects us to what we and all others are. He is the unifier, the creator of life.

We are but clay as he wields us.

And then we are free, birds flying fast—our bodies only vessels to be emptied to find ourselves once more.

Now here on this plane, life becomes a constant search and aspiration for the freedom of our souls from its flesh and blood confinement. Yet while we are here, we are striving to make connections—not only with ourselves—but with others as well. The soul must experience it, all the while hoping to be with itself once more.

To love, to enthrall, and to pleasure. To inspire, to loathe, to reflect.

Khnum, when he made and released us into the aether, smiled because he knows that it is through experiencing the full cycle—

This is how one ultimately becomes whole.