‘I came into being as I came into being. I grew as I grew. I changed as I change…Generation after generation, I create myself. It is never easy. Long nights I have waited, lost in myself, considering the stars. I wage battle against darkness, against my own ignorance, my resistance to change, my sentimental love for my own folly…There is no end to becoming. I live forever striving for perfection. I praise the moment I die in fire for the veils of illusion burn with me. I see how hard we strive for truth, and once attained, how easily we forget it. I hold that fire as long as I can. My nose fills with the smell of seared flesh, the acrid smoke of death, so that years from now I might look on that scar and remember how it was to hold the light, how it was to die and come again radiant as light walking on sand. I change and change again, generation after generation. I find anguish then peace…I am the god in the world in everything, even in darkness. If you have not seen me there, you have not looked. I am the fire that burns you, that burns in you. To live is to die a thousand deaths, but there is only one fire, one eternity.’
— Becoming the Phoenix, Egyptian Book of the Dead
My final Egyptian diety, Set, lord of chaos, slayer of ignorance, protector of Ra.