I loved the Osirion at Abydos. It’s my understanding that the structure is either from the Old Kingdom, or is a New Kingdom homage to Old Kingdom architecture. But the best kept secret is in the Cairo museum, I think on the third floor, southwest corner unceremoniously by a small staircase descending to the second floor. There’s a glass case, maybe 2ft by 6ft. I leant over the case, and it was a bier of flowers, now dry, that looked exactly like funerary flowers do now. They were lain fresh on one of the four boxes housing King Tut’s sarcophagi. In that moment, King Tut wasn’t some golden face mask from thousands of years ago. These flowers were lovingly placed by people grieving the loss of a son, a brother, a husband. It was an intimate moment. Ten days later, we flew to Luxor. I bought red roses in the airport, and that night slept on the petals. I put them in a little baggie, stuffed them in my pocket, and we visited King Tut’s tomb. I waited until I was alone, fumbled as I opened the baggie, and threw some petals onto the case that housed one of the sarcophagi and his mummy. I turned back toward the bustle of oncoming tourists with tears, having unexpectedly made a connection with the love and loss that connects us all.
this video is just what i was looking for! thank you!
You’re quite welcome!
This is so cool. It would be nice if you can make a series with the lesser known structures of the Ancient world!
That's a great idea, thanks!
Very interesting!
egypt never cease to mesmerize
Informative and entertaining! Keep it up homie, I love the content :D
Thanks so much! I'll keep at it
Awesome!
I loved the Osirion at Abydos. It’s my understanding that the structure is either from the Old Kingdom, or is a New Kingdom homage to Old Kingdom architecture. But the best kept secret is in the Cairo museum, I think on the third floor, southwest corner unceremoniously by a small staircase descending to the second floor. There’s a glass case, maybe 2ft by 6ft. I leant over the case, and it was a bier of flowers, now dry, that looked exactly like funerary flowers do now. They were lain fresh on one of the four boxes housing King Tut’s sarcophagi. In that moment, King Tut wasn’t some golden face mask from thousands of years ago. These flowers were lovingly placed by people grieving the loss of a son, a brother, a husband. It was an intimate moment. Ten days later, we flew to Luxor. I bought red roses in the airport, and that night slept on the petals. I put them in a little baggie, stuffed them in my pocket, and we visited King Tut’s tomb. I waited until I was alone, fumbled as I opened the baggie, and threw some petals onto the case that housed one of the sarcophagi and his mummy. I turned back toward the bustle of oncoming tourists with tears, having unexpectedly made a connection with the love and loss that connects us all.
you should have shown the melted granite steps at Dendera ... what did the ancient Egyptians have that could melt granite?