Lately I have been reading about the bronze age collapse, in an attempt to find evidence for an thought I had. I noticed two interesting this last night. First that the swords shown in depictions of the sea peoples look like the contempary rapiers found in the British isles, and second there is zero mention of these people in the bible. Despite the fact they pretty much came from no where and destroyed three of the most powerful civilizations of there day with in 2 geberations, and that includes the Canaanites. Curiously these 2 generations were the same time period that is covered by the books exodus and Joshua.
But yet not a peep at the sea peoples, either by that name or any of the nine names recorded by the Egyptians. But we know from correspondance that it was the sea peoples that destroyed vthe canaanites.
For those of going to googles you may find that Wikipedia says that one of the sea people may have been the Israelite tribe of Dan. I find that difficult as currently the earliest evidence we have for a independent Israeli culture dates to the 8 century BC, some 400 years later.
But yet not a peep at the sea peoples, either by that name or any of the nine names recorded by the Egyptians. But we know from correspondance that it was the sea peoples that destroyed vthe canaanites.
For those of going to googles you may find that Wikipedia says that one of the sea people may have been the Israelite tribe of Dan. I find that difficult as currently the earliest evidence we have for a independent Israeli culture dates to the 8 century BC, some 400 years later.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
