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In Egyptian mythology, Ptah (/pəˈtɑː/;Egyptian: ptḥ, probably vocalized as Pitaḥ in ancient Egyptian) is the demiurge of Memphis, god of craftsmen and architects. In the triad of Memphis, he is the spouse of Sekhmet and the father of Nefertum. He was also regarded as the father of the sage Imhotep.
Ptah is the Creator god par excellence: He is considered the demiurge who existed before all other things, and by his willfulness, thought the world. It was first conceived by Thought, and realized by the Word: Ptah conceives the world by the thought of his heart and gives life through the magic of his Word. That which Ptah commanded was created, with which the constituents of nature, fauna, and flora, are contained. He also plays a role in the preservation of the world and the permanence of the royal function.
In the Twenty-Fifth Dynasty, the Nubian pharaoh Shabaka would transcribe on a stela known as the Shabaka Stone, an old theological document found in the archives of the library of the temple of the god at Memphis. This document has been known as the Memphite Theology, and shows the god Ptah, the god responsible for the creation of the universe by thought and by the word.
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Genres: Action, Adventure, Fantasy,Today wild berries still cling to the vine
Though covered with dust and acetylene
Tonight a dark menace will complete its task
And the vine will lie naked and dead in the grass
In the morning I will approach though sunlight is dim
And wonder what menace could complete such a crime
But in the twilight of my own evening years
I understand the menace is mine
Before me stands a world a faces
I close my eyes
I see the death of single races
Imagined through the horror inside
I open my eyes my children at my feet
Ash settles on my bloodied hand
Without intention the wind can reap