Our disciples—mortals we trusted enough to show them at least a portion—carried these scrolls on. Some buried them in special crypts deep within the old temples, under floors that still smelled of myrrh and lotus. Later, when the temples were converted into monasteries, our disciples became monks and nuns, hiding the knowledge among Christian prayers and illuminated gospels. One scroll would end up in the basement of a monastery on Mount Athos, another in a secret niche in Jerusalem, a third in a crypt under the ruins of the former temple of Isis in Rome.
Thoth, Neferet, and I became guardians and scribes at the same time. Wherever we stayed—in Athens, in Constantinople, in the hidden corners of Syria or Asia Minor—we copied, supplemented, translated. Hypatia's original notes grew into a whole library of knowledge: about talismans as receivers of cosmic energy, about the evolution of the immortal body, about the language of the gods that slows down reality, about the way the observer can bend the thread of existence.
@nivi@naval If the physical universe has been finely tuned to allow for the development of life, it can only be because somehow life is necessary for the development of the physical universe.