It Weighs You Down
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.