Vanity of vanities, says Imhotep, “all is vanity. Life, like the Nile, flows incessantly, and in its currents we navigate the ephemeral tributaries of existence. Behold, the aspirations of mortals, like fleeting shadows on the temple walls, reveal their ephemerality in the great cosmic tapestry.”
“The sun rises and the sun sets; the cosmic dance of Re continues. In the infinite expanse of time, we are only ephemeral dancers, evanescent actors on the sacred stage. As the sands shift, so the destinies of mortals change, and in their quests they pursue the illusory mirages of meaning.”