YES... HA HA HA... YES!

like— think for a second about how mind-bogglingly incredible it is that we know who osiris is? that somebody just made him up one day, and told stories about him to their kids, and literally thousands and thousands of years later we are still able to go “there was a god whose brother cut him into pieces”, it’s so arbitrary, it’s so incredible

that in talking about scheherazade and her husband, you are doing something that someone in every single generation has done since it was written— you are telling stories that have lasted an impossible amount of time 

can you conceive of telling a story, and then traveling into the future and hearing that same story told— with alterations, and through media that you could not possibly conceive of, but your story— in the year 3214?

the fact that we! as a species! have been telling the same damn stories for so long— the fact that we’ve seen homer’s troy and chaucer’s troy and shakespeare’s troy and troy with fucking brad pitt because we never fucking stop telling stories! never ever ever!

we never stop caring about stories, or returning to the same stories, or putting our own spins on stories. we never stop talking about the characters as if they were real, or asking what happened next, or asking to hear it again.

In the context of the Corpus Hermeticum, the Ogdoad (literally translates as something like eight-ness or eightfold, but in this case it's often translated as The Eighth) refers to the vault of the heavens, and the procession of the constellations. The hermetics believed that the earth is administered by a series of arch-spirits corresponding to the seven classical planets. Beyond these seven celestial spirits is the eighth spiritual realm; the Ogdoad, which corresponds to the zodiac. Beyond the Ogdoad is the Ennead, the ninth rank, or ninth sphere.