He Who Had Seen Everything
He had known all feelings, from the soaring vigor of the conqueror to the withering pits of despair.
In the heavy midst of his suffering He had been granted a vision into The Mystery, guided to its secret places, taught of the Flood.
He had trekked to World’s Edge, and sorrowfully beyond, returning spent, but of sound mind. His trials etched in stone tablets, he repented his sins against Love, restored Her Stone Womb, built anew the walls that girded Her sacred precinct—walls he had smashed in his wrath.
And so He restored unequalled Uruk.
See how Her walls shimmer like copper under the risen sun.
Ascend the Carven Stair, that ever upward path unimaginable to the mortal mind.
Approach Her Stone Womb, raised by Him, the king smitten by Love.
Traverse the circuitous wall of mighty Uruk, examine its awesome foundations, admire its brickwork—mud transformed by unnamed toilsome hands.
Behold the land enclosed by this hardened feat, the palms, gardens, orchards, the plush abodes of the masters, the shops and marketplaces, the dwellings of the teaming slaves and their places of bondage.
At the base of the massive all-enclosing wall is set the cornerstone, the crux which binds all.
Find it.
Dig beneath.
Unearth the copper box, upon which is inscribed: Gilgamesh, for this is He.
Unlock it.
Open the lid.
Take out the tablet of lapis lazuli.
Read.
Discover how He suffered the sorrows of the accursed and how he likewise knew the boons of the blessed.
Read of the trials and triumphs of Gilgamesh.
