But you can't prove anything by events that have not occurred. The world has drowned (and exploded and frozen and burned) in billions of those.
So maybe those little details that I find so significant (but may actually not be significant at all) haven't so much saved me as preserved me. My details make me a mummy, not Horus.
That's an image.
Maybe I'm a mummy, organs plucked out by the instruments of reason, and sarcophagus decorated with details and a well made-up funeral mask.
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