Of the Creation of the World.
We are the gods and the children of gods.
Our mother the arch and the stars.
Our father the ground, the rock, his belly on which we stand.
For which we praise Thoth, who raised her with a word.
A single command parted the darkness of their embrace.
Belly to belly, sky to land they have lain forever.
Nothing changed.
Thoth spoke, Shu drew her up.
Shu the vast emptiness stood between them at last.
In that place all this: you see, you breathe the air.