I might go blind. That's when I'll see like you do.
Akhenaten was a peculiar pharaoh. He forbade polytheism and imposed sun worship. In reality, the throne was not for him, but was reserved for his older brother, who is believed to have been left in a basket on the Nile. A story we all know.
Akhenaten loved his co-regent intensely, for the first time in history a woman, Nefertiti, and made her queen. He was blinded in the successive sun worship ceremonies. She also lost an eye because of it. It is believed that they suffered from glaucoma, which left two kings in charge of a people who could not see.
The pharaoh died suddenly, leaving Nefertiti in the care of Tutankaten, the pharaoh's son, and Kiya, another of his wives. The queen refused to marry a servant to reign and asked the enemy people, the Hittites, for a prince to reign with her in Egypt. The Egyptian people, enraged, killed the offered prince during their journey of arrival and Nefertiti disappeared in history. Only a white-eyed bust remains, which the Nazis hid during the war.
Prematurely on the throne, Tutankhamun, as he called himself in rejection of his father and the cult of the sun, reigned until a new threat forced him, being fragile and having difficulty walking from birth, to lead his army at the head of a chariot at the age of only 19. At the first blow he dies. He is buried in what was his father's grave, changing the seals and masks, and in mummification, someone steals his heart, which is necessary for eternal life.
It is believed that the Abraham of the bible is actually Akhenaten, that the expulsion of the yahuds a few years after his death is about the expulsion of the Jews, and that it was the same lost brother of Akhenaten, Mosu, or Moses, who led them and founded Judea. Perhaps here began the great division of monotheistic religions, for which so much blood is still shed.
What a rage that, even though we are told as children that fire cannot be touched, and the sun cannot be seen, we make the irreparable mistake and learn only from our own wounds.
What a rage to be blinded by love.
Text: Bran Solo