3/12/2009
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Aegypt: The Rubbing
*Paul sat up late in the relative cool of the evening and studied the rubbing of the stone plug. In the flickering light of his kerosene lamps, more fervently than on the actual slab of basalt, the figures leapt out at him. They were so real—so clear. Much more realistic than most of the Egyptian art of the period in which Audrey placed the structure. *The beauty of the women who sat on the intricately carved thrones was incredible. They looked like two beings turned out of the same mold—twins perhaps. The only difference between them Paul discerned was the slight smile of the woman on the left and the obvious frown of the woman on the right. Interestingly, the smile of the woman on the left was as open as the frown of the woman on the right was secretive. And though the similarity of the faces was obvious, that slight difference of expression gave them two entirely different personalities. *Paul could understand why the ancients had made a deity of such beauty.