
The exhibit is situated in the reading room, a circular sanctuary in the middle of the museum roofed by an airy dome descending effortlessly into shelves of beautiful old books and haunted by the whispers of the famous literary figures (both real and fictional) who frequented the library. With the exhibit in place, the books are hidden from view, but you can still gaze up into the dome above.
The exhibit is constructed well; it's educational and beautiful but not overwhelming. You wind through the history, learning how the First Emperor conquered the various "warring states", uniting a vast area under the rule of his Qin (pronounced Chin, and from which we get the name "China") dynasty. He learned tricks of trade and warfare from the various people he conquered, using his new-found knowledge to further expand his empire and to effectively rule it once established. He standardized everything: the size and construction of crossbows, to easily replace arrows and triggers; the spacing of wheels on chariots, to match the ruts in the extensive system of roads he had built across the country; weights and measures; "small seal script", doing away with regional differences in the written language; laws and punishments; and coins, declaring his circular coin with a square hole in the middle the only valid currency, doing away with older and often larger coins, some of which were in the shape of knives and arrowheads (quite logically, as knives and arrowheads were objects of value). He organized a huge labor force to extend and connect the various walls built by previous rulers into the initial incarnation of the Great Wall.
And he feared death. He wanted to live and rule forever. With a typical Chinese mix of superstition and practicality, he sought out means of extending his life while simultaneously preparing for his death. The preparations for his death were massive. The construction of over 8,000 of these terracotta warriors, horses, court officials and entertainers required an incredible organization of labor. They were mass produced, but modified by hand so that each was unique. They're so beautiful. If the prospect of spending his afterlife guarded by these exquisite works of art could not soothe his reservations about death, then nothing could. There's so much more to say, so much more to this incredible story. The layout of the pits (protected by mountains and water, with the army facing the only direction unprotected by natural barriers) and the Emporer's own mausoleum (which remains untouched). The fact that this massive clay army was forgotten by the world for so long, until chance unearthed a warrior in a farmer's well. Every piece inscribed with the names of the laborers and overseers who worked on them, for quality control purposes. The elegant and life-like bronze sculptures of birds (herons and swans) in the musicians' pit. The musicians. The acrobats. The bronze replicas of chariots and drivers. The stone replicas of interlocking leather armor. The mystery and beauty of the whole thing, and of every tiny little detail.
