So let this cave be Egypt, let us incline ourselves to revere the unconscious memories that echo within us when we see the hieroglyphics of Osiris, and Isis.

Egypt was our long brooding youth.

We built the mysteriousness of the Universe into the Pyramids, carved it into every line of the Sphinx.

We thought always of the immemorial.
The reel now before us is the mighty judgment roll dealing with the question of our departure in such a way that any man who beholds it will bear the impress of the admonition upon his heart forever.

Those Egyptian priests did no little thing, when amid their superstitions they still proclaimed the Judgment.