Too intact for tut

“When I give food to the poor, they call me a saint. When I ask why the poor have no food, they call me a communist.”
-Dom Helder Camara

For the moment:
Sudah Tu Sudah-Imran Ajmain
Carnaval De Sao Vicente (Jazzy Carnival Mix)-Cesaria Evora.*

*My ears spot a double bass, but my eyes don’t see one. Either way it’s wicked.

Like archaeologists, I dig for the past. This post was written on 16 November 2007, at 0610, airborne, the Andaman Sea. 2 hours approaching KLIA from Schipol Airport.

Recently they found Pharaoh Tutankhamons carcass.

I thought I saw something that looked like it when I was in Egypt. But it turned out to be Mathyus’s. The rock on it indicates so, the locals told me.

Apparently this chap didn’t achieve much.

He made his name because his tomb was discovered intact, and not because Simon thought Tut’s rendition of Bohemian Rhapsody was splendid.

Naturally, they found it during a dig. I know digging in this sense is very widely accepted. And have been so for many many years. But does that make it right? Who convey these men the right to do that on another dead person?

What is it about learned civilized men of the past and today, you included, that makes them think it is alright, fine and/or appropriate to do that? Be it in whatevers ‘virtuous’ facade.

History. Knowledge. Credentials. Finance. Bollocks.

I then decided I don’t want to be famous. I don’t want to lead the civilization of the world of my time or after it. I don’t even want to come close to becoming a Britney or a Mawi. A CDG, a Boutros-Ghali, a Mentor Lee or a Sukarnoputri. I choose the last answer. None of the above.

I don’t need an Indiana Jones or a Ross Gellar of whatever century to dissect my carcass.

My heart goes out to you Mon.