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Resting on his hill in the Valium of nature , it was as if he were coming down from all this spinning around in his own head because of a heaviness of words coalescing and jelling onto the walls of his brain . It seemed as though the twirling child were landing dizzy and drunk on life despite his morbid disposition from memories of family that scooted like a plastic cup blowing on an empty pavement Nabhorrent memories loving and still as a photograph . To the ancient Egyptians man died each night in this void absent of the sun god and then each morning was resurrected in daybreak . She thought of this ; and it seemed to her as she was driving home at 3 a.m. , hair blowing and mind mesmerized in prevailing darkness , that this particular myth was as all religious balderdash that justified one egregious proclivity or another in the natural state . In Christianity this was myriad : everything from man Os god-given dominion over animals in any arbitrary whim to the Lord Os omnipotent power to part the Nile one moment and turn someone to stone the next -LRB- indiscriminate aiding of some and annihilating others -RRB- . As the deliverer who cared so much about individual man as to intrusively know the amount of hair strands on each head He was the perfect god ; and his conspicuous absence or non - involvement on 9-11 and countless other occasions of inhumanity of man to man was merely his allowing free will to command human affairs . The ancient and relatively forgotten myth of the Egyptians explained man Os mysterious absconding from the night in seven or eight hours of sleep as a partial death when apart from the vanquished sun .