In the past, Gilgash would be considered a simple myth that no one could actually take seriously. Like those brother Grims tales. Basically, no one was to know the main use of life. Thinking about it logically, it could actually take you hours to figure out why people ignore the idea of the myth. But in the case of the Epic of Gilgash, it was completely different from what other people may think. Why? Because people are actually blind their own senses. In that way, they do not actually see things as they are. Mathematics is ontological: it defines the whole canvas from physics to biology. In that sense, it could be better than the honest mistake of a child. However, that was not the whole story of the Epic.
From the days of old there is no permanence. The sleeping and the dead, how alike they are, they are like a painted death. That was an earth where Gilgash would live like a king. As a result, The creature touched him and suddenly feathers covered his arms for the chaotic that he spread through his emperor like aura, he bound them behind them and forced them down to the underworld, the house of darkness, the ho of the dead, where all who enter never return to the sweet earth again. As for why it was the right thing to do, those who dwell there squat in the darkness, dirt is their food, their drink is clay, they are dressed in feathered garnts like birds, they never see light, and on door and bolt the dust lies thick. When I entered that house, I looked, and around were piles of crowns, I saw proud kings who had ruled the land, who had set out roast at before the gods and offered cool water and cakes for the dead
Gilgash: How shall I find the life for which I am searching? There is no permanence. Do we build a house to stand for ever, do we seal a contract to hold for all ti? I am the most powerful one no one can defeat . This is just a childish ga for … Hmm…. THERE GOTTA BE SOTHING FOR LIFE. This connection could not actually take us down for what we are. In this sense, no one could actually take us, Enkidu.
Enkidu: I am not sure about these gas, Gilgash. There gotta be sothing wrong about chasing pleasure and the great power through brute force. This could not actually lead to think that we could save it for the wholeness of hell. In this regard, I could not actually save you… you are not stupid, right? HAHAHHA!
Gilgash: that is not stupid. That is what you should do. I guess you do not understand what it ans to be a true through the will to power. Why would I want to be the lover of a broken oven that fails in the cold, a flimsy door that the wind blows through, a palace that falls on its staunchest defenders, a mouse that gnaws through its thin reed shelter, tar that blackens the workman’s hands, a waterskin that is full of holes and leaks all over its bearer, a piece of listone that crumbles and undermines a solid stone wall, a battering ram that knocks down the rampart of an allied city, a shoe that mangles its owner’s foot?
As they continued their adventures, sothing was off and they killed sothing primordial. But in this case, it was Gilgash fault. This actually enraged the gods to their full potential of aggressivity in the gods. What’s more, no one could save the close ones to Gilgash. This actually took from him more than he could forget in deaths oblivion.
Ishtar was outraged. She climbed to the top of Uruk’s great wall, she writhed in grief and wailed, “Not only did Gilgash slander -now the brute has killed his own punishnt, the Bull of Heaven.
Enkidu was not killed by a single person but by the gods as punishnt for slaying the Bull of Heaven and Humbaba. They were not trying to be calm about this. They really got mad at Enkidu, cursing like a fly. This gotta be the best way to take down the wholeness of Gilgash.
The case of Gilgash is instructive in this respect: he was so successful that the gods, the representatives of the unconscious, saw themselves compelled to deliberate how they could best bring about his downfall. Their efforts were unavailing at first, but when the hero had won the herb of immortality and was almost at his goal, a serpent stole the elixir of life from him while he slept. Well, we could actually regret the fact that she was horribly crushed by this fact.
Gilgash: How can I be silent, how can I rest, when Enkidu whom I love is dust, and I too shall die and be laid in the earth. Six days and seven nights I mourned over him and would not allow him to be buried until a maggot fell out of his nose
I was terrified by his appearance
I began to fear death.
He who endured my hardships with
He has now gone to the fate that awaits mankind.
Day and night, I have wept for him.
I would not give him over for burial,
For what if he had risen at my cries?
Six days and seven nights I waited
Until a worm crawled out his nose.
Since he has gone
In that way, there is no life left for . He was my whole world. I cannot actually live without him. The very thought of living without my friend really scares . That said, I should find the best way to show why I am capable of doing. As far as I can say, nothing could actually be away from what I wanna do. Maybe if I destroy everything, my sorrow will be heard.
CLASH!
CLASH!
CLASH!
BOOM!
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