
The ancient Egyptians judged the dead not by creed but by conduct: a golden scale, the heart of the deceased, and a single ostrich feather decided whether a soul earned paradise or ceased to exist. This issue traces the full journey through the Hall of Two Truths, from the nine parts of the soul to Ammit the Devourer, and reads what that theology reveals about a culture in love with the living world.
May I walk every day unceasing on the banks of my water, may my soul rest on the branches of the trees which I have planted, may I refresh myself in the shadow of my sycamore. 1
I have not done wrong. I have not stolen. I have not been covetous. I have not told lies. I have not caused suffering. I have not robbed the offerings of the gods. I have not cheated at the scales...


O my heart which I had from my mother! O my heart of my different ages! Do not stand up against me as a witness, do not be opposed to me in the tribunal, do not be hostile to me in the presence of the Keeper of the Balance...

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