“It was at dawn. I believed that dawn would come for the whole world, but you killed the lion and its blood was spilled.
I was weak and I thought that the god had abandoned me, but he did not; and you didn’t kill him either.
You thought you would kill him when you destroyed the temple, but god’s house is everywhere.
Level the mountains, dry up the sea, pull the stars from the sky, but you don’t touch god.
I see it clearly. I thought god was the sun, so I saw him, but god is more, much more.
The sun is a symbol of his warmth and his power to create.
He is not an idol, nothing, but the creator of all, a loving spirit in our hearts.
I am the luckiest of all. He allowed me to know him. I was a shadow of things to come.
I am the voice that spoke of him. Other voices will come, clearer.
People’s hearts will not reject him forever, god is in everyone who opens the door to his abode.
One day his moment will come when he will speak in words that everyone will understand.”
Akhenaten (unknown)