Râ, Osiris, Isis, during millennia you reigned, incarnated in pharaohs, over this fertile valley of the Nile. Feared and revered, you left behind monuments to your glory and to that of your earthly representatives. Empires rise and fall. The Romans, the Caliphs, the Mameluks, and even Bonaparte dreamt of substituting themselves to you. Your glory, carved in stone, seemed eternal but only resounds in your necropolises, to your statues' ears. You no longer rule the Egyptian people's lives, which has eluded you for good.

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