I’m going to be pretty surprised if/when I kick the bucket and I end up standing before some glowering Egyptian god who wants to weigh my heart to see if I’m worthy of entering some sort of after life. I’m especially a little uneasy about how said Egyptian god plans to remove my heart so he can weigh it.
But weigh it against a feather? Come on, that’s not fair….. Unless it’s a twenty tonne giant feather made entirely out of lead. At least then I’ve got a shot. If it’s a regular feather though, I’m officially screwed.
I hear the Price is Right wrong answer tune.
There’s this great little chant you get to say, to help convince Anubis not to throw your heart to the hippo-crocodile beastie, all about the nasty things you *didn’t* do – do you know the Egyptians acknowledged at least seven different ways of lying? And don’t steal bread or offerings off the alter, ok?
Seven different ways of lying? Pfft amateurs, my ex-wife pioneered at least thirteen or so different ways of lying.
Exs tend to do that.. although I think yours may have broken some sort of record with 13
Against a feather, I am so screwed… so, so, so, so screwed. I already know I am going to burn for the things I have done.
the question is how much of the weight is due to cholesterol and binge drinking
If Lovecraft’s heart did that, I’d hate to see what Moon’s would do… oh who am I kidding, it’d be hilarious. Anyway, if it’s a measure of actual weight you and everyone else probably are screwed, but if it’s moral weight you… well, you’re probably still screwed, but less so than if it’s actual weigh.
If that had been Moon’s heart, it would have been humping Anubis’ face.
What the…
How…
Seems about right.
If it were Moon taking this test, Anubis wouldn’t have been able to lift the heart up to the scale in the first place.