I find things like this interesting. There’s real depth here. That girl was the daughter of someone. Despite cultural differences and generational gaps, there w

I find things like this interesting. There’s real depth here. That girl was the daughter of someone. Despite cultural differences and generational gaps, there was human chemistry and emotion there. Someone cared deeply about her to ensure she was preserved. Most likely to go into the next world as with Egyptian customs. But they went further than that. They stored her favorite animals, and her sandals, likely to ensure she wasn’t alone. But there’s a level of depth and caring that goes into that. Also a level of torment. There’s something uniquely human in that. Something that to me I find touching. I can’t quite place it. For me for a long time, I looked at mummies and Egyptian history from a bit of a removed view. In that I knew they were human, but I didn’t really realize they were /human/ like me. If that makes sense?