“Stinking, aristocratic snobs! Dogmatic fanatic jerks with all their quirks! I’ll gash them and smash them against the stones of the pyramids!” Ma’at railed in rage as angels wailed and begged for mercy in pity of humanity. But this was not all of humanity; just those caught up in extreme vanity and the insanity of believing they were better and higher than so many others, but Ma’at knew they were liars — to themselves and everyone else — and this is what angered her and endangered their lives.
Maftet had left me in the keep of Ma’at, like a little sheep, only moments before, or so it seemed. Now I was on the floor, or something like a floor, with no door in sight and pitch like night, except round the goddess of light and truth, justice and holy custom. And Ma’at looked into … something. Crystal ball? No! Nothing so silly! Cauldron? Certainly not! She wore no witches hat; Ma’at was much grander than that! It was like a piece of the sky with clouds flying around the edges. Yes, she was peering clearly through the heavens, leering at arrogant asses and their prideful passes.
“Because they have more silver and gold, they’re bold and so uncouth as they sleuth through life.” Ma’at glanced at me, and she pierced my soul with her eyes so wise. “Look at how they smile a mile wide, and slide back and forth as they glide around one another just waiting for an opportunity to stab and steal with complete impunity. Is there any unity in their community? Ha! Community of thieves! And they believe they can deceive and ne’er receive penalty for their iniquity? Ha! Fools! My sword drools for their blood!”
I’d never had any love for the wealthy with such unhealthy opinions, thinking themselves so mighty when they were, in fact, only minions of their money, blinking idiots who could buy knowledge they never learned nor earned. Still, the wrath of Ma’at sent chills down my spine in fine waves of fear and even some pity for the bitty-knaves. “Is there no other way?” I dared to ask “Can’t they be turned instead of everlastingly burned?” And quickly I added “Please, don’t be angry with me, but kindly put my mind at ease and appease my curiosity.”
Ma’at laughed much like Maftet — kind but not blind to my ignorance — and spoke with voice to prod and poke: “Do you ask mercy for the merciless? Shed tear for the uncaring, my dear? Would you rather they continue to rob and steal from the earth and poor every sumptuous meal? Continue the expansion of their mansions built on lust and greed that leads so many to dust and ashes as they plead for their very lives? When did you become the great defender of such grotesque pretenders?”
Suddenly the room, though not exactly a room, lightly glistened with beautiful hue of soft blue as I listened. “There was One, who taught you to show mercy to the unmerciful, I know full well. He rang the mighty bell of truth, of which I am the face and voice, and laced this with the grace of Dyēus. Yes! And you’ll not hear me lament one precious word of statement he uttered in the clutter of this diseased and dying world. But truth and justice unfurled is my appointment; to be the ointment of the fearsome holy upon all stages of this world till the end of the ages… Now let’s begin again, my love, and look at the brook of sin they cross as they toss mere crumbs to the poor.”
And it was true; Ma’at was right: The blight of poverty, the sight of spoiled earth, nations embroiled in war … all for love of money, like bees for their honey. “Make no mistake; there are the wealthy who use what they’ve been given in healthy ways. They do not abuse, but take their responsibility very deliberately. They are sensible and charitable; prudent but always for the improvement of others, as sisters and brothers. And the world into which they were born, they adorn with goodness in gratitude, so the latitude of their blessings is, indeed, very wide. But on the other side evil abides, as the seed of greed grows into thorns and thistles that cannot adorn anything, but leaves those quite empty and forlorn.” Her tan-gold skin shimmered, brown eyes glimmered, and she smiled. “This is all like the pyramid: Every word, heard and unheard; every crook and look; every event perfectly planned and damned; every thought and each item bought … all, everything, like stone upon stone angled-rising to the pinnacle of truth … the truth of life.”
Hmmm … I thought I understood, but this pyramid seemed somehow upside down, but perhaps I would learn more…