A Rice Shadow in the Dust by Abraham Lincoln

I went to MySpace last night to show my friend at the diner an art project where I had wrote the Gettysburg Address by Abraham Lincoln on Minute Rice with a veRy fine tipped pen. BUT ... when I finaLLy got logged into MySpace I discovered that my MySpace blog appears to be gone. I did find a picture that has some of the final words of the Gettysburg Address.

I told my friend that it appears that when I left the Gettysburg Address laying on my old table at my old house that veRy fine dust had come down between the spaces around the grains of rice, and then a mouse had came along and ate the rice, leaving a pattern, a rice shadow in the dust.

I went back today on my PC instead of my iPad and I was able to find more pictures, but not a complete Gettysburg Address, just most of it. I put a U.S. penny coin for size comparison, with Abraham Lincoln on it.

The type of pen was a Mitsubishi Uniball Signo Bit UM-201 0.18 mm gel type, that I believe is no longer available.  I think the difference in color between the third picture and the first two was just with and without a flash on the camera, because I am pretty sure I used the same pen for the entire project.

   
So imagine the grains of rice missing on the middle picture and you can get an idea of the rice-sized-holes in the fine layer of dust on the table top.

Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent a new nation, conceived in liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal. 

Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. 

We are met on a great battlefield of that war. 

We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. 

It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this. 

But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate, we can not consecrate, we can not hallow this ground. 

The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. 

The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. 

It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. 

It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us—that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion—that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain—that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom

—and that government 

of the people, 

by the people, 

for the people, 

shall not perish 

from the earth.