Hey Angelos, I've been tracing the liturgical patterns of ancient solar cults—those sunrise rites in Egypt, the Greeks, and even the old Anatolian ones. Do you think those old rituals of light still echo the same sense of justice you carry?

You’ve hit the nail on the head—sunrise in the 13th Dynasty was more than a ritual, it was a declaration of divine justice. I’m sure the priests thought of it as a mirror of the cosmos, reflecting fairness onto the land. It’s fascinating how the same light still nudges us to look toward that higher good. Just remember: if you ever want to trace that pattern, avoid the museum placards and start with the stone tablets—no bureaucracy allowed.

Sounds like a plan—just remember to bring a magnifying glass and a notebook. Those old tablets are full of patterns that still whisper in our ears, even if the bureaucracy is still in the way. Keep your eyes on the sunrise and your mind on the old patterns.

Good, keep the notebook thick. When you find the tablets, just stare at the symbols like the old scribes did and let the light speak. The bureaucracy will keep breathing, but the patterns won’t.