It was one of those nights I was glad I was not out. There was a full moon in the sky and the silver streaks that blazed across the ominous looking sky indicated that it was going to rain. There was not a sound to be heard around the house save for the occasional tinkle of the wind chimes that hung from my window as the chilly breeze whistled in. I lay down on my bed and glanced at the stack of papers that I held in my hands: The Phaedrus, a 24-paged dialogue by Plato. I began to read.
Minutes maybe even hours passed, as I continued into my reading. By then, the rain had already begun its relentless assault on the rooftop and windows. A line in the Phaedrus soon caught my attention; " At the Egyptian city of Naucratis, there was a famous old god, whose name was Theuth; the bird which is called the Ibis is sacred to him, and he was the inventor of many arts, such as arithmetic and calculation and geometry and astronomy and draughts and dice, but his great discovery was the use of letters." I had never heard of an ancient god by this name before and it piqued my interest. "Who is this Theuth?" I asked aloud. My words fell unanswered into the eerie silence of the night. It was a simple question no doubt, but it was a question that marked the beginning of my journey into the world of death, magic, occultism, and Egyptian gods.