Dear Scribes of the (virtual)world,
I present to you our mighty goddess. Ain’t she a fox! She won’t mind a little superficial flattery (she’s dead anyway), but she’d rather be praised for what she’s best known for, for what we, the writing people, the Scribes have permitted this world to be.
Our patron, she is one of the smartest deity in known (proto)History. And, of course, my kind of woman! ♫ I like big brains and I cannot lie! ♪
Her name is Seshata, goes by Seshat and many other names. She was Egyptian and before Thoth displaced her, before men started to treat ladies with GOP-like disrespect*, holding their cock in greater respect than the rest of Humanity, she was the goddess of Wisdom, Writing (which she invented), Architecture, Mathematics, and, most importantly, she kept a motherly eye on hard working Scribes like us.
Now, a little disclaimer. She doesn’t need silly rituals of worship or anything that will lead us, her Scribes, to hate and kill in order to feed our hatred or that of others. She’s been a victim of gender prejudice, in the name and hands of Thoth, the god with the face of a ibis (mighty phallic symbol, if I may say); she just wants us to remember that the world must respect Scribes regardless of gender, hotness, sexual orientation, social and economical situation. Why?
We have made the world, recorded its history, shared it with the next generation, one word at a time. And it is our responsibility to continue that task with compassion and above all reason.
Scribes were once slaves. We were not free to write as we wished. We were ordered to write without reason and compassion—a.k.a. Humanistic Ethics. We wrote prejudice because we were told to. We wrote scriptures because we had to. We wrote about slaughtering men, women, and children because we were under the patronage of sick plutocrats. We were not free to write.
But we cried in silence as we put down in words their grand delusions. We wrote their thirst for blood until our ink and tears dried out. We wrote their malicious words, silenced ours. We silenced our wisdom. We did. Yes, we did.
But it’s friggin’ over, so don’t cry over it. And it’s not time to let the ink, our blood, dry out. Let it flow. We are free to diss the plutocrats and their destructive obsessions. We are Scribes fighting for a better Humanity, one word at a time. One drop of wisdom-blood at a time.
But we can’t be lazy, can we? So get your arse up out of bed and start writing. You ain’t no slave no more, Humanity needs your free flowing wisdom. You have people to free from the shackles of mental slavery. Teach them Free Will. One word at time! One wisdom at a time!
Seshata is not watching you, she’s long dead, never really was alive anyway, but act as if she was, and please her, please yourself, please Humanity, and make a difference. We are the Scribes, she is Seshata. And like her, we are friggin’ hot & wise and we hold the key to Humanity, the secret to freedom:
We got words, girl!
Your humble Free-Scribe,
PS: I hate gurus. I’m not one, I don’t want to be one, but, for sake of vanity, of which I wouldn’t mine dying instead of a painful cancer, you can still follow me (@scriptotheism) or read my more serious pieces about nurturing, re-creating, and fostering a world of freethinkers. (www.religionNerd.com)
More wiki-details to get to know Seshata better and hate Thoth a lot more: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seshat
*A little anachronism will not kill you when it makes you smile.