Long before the first engine coughed into life. Before Rome was built or a word in Latin was even said Before the first Pharaoh was laid to rest under the first pyramid.
Before a wooden horse was left at the gates of Troy Before Abraham was forced to choose between love of God and his baby boy.
When the earth lay green and empty We open our story In lush and fertile lands. Between the rivers Tigris and Euphrates where a stalwart city beside a flowing river stands.
It is an old story, but still worth telling How Gilgimesh, the mighty king from distant past accomplished illustrious deeds grasping at eternal life only to embrace the bitter leavings and dregs of strife.
A long time ago in a far away land Once green and blooming, now covered with sand. Beside the broad Euphrates flowing like peace past the city of Urik. The mighty and tall Gilgimesh was king, and supreme lugal.
The city Urik was exceedingly beautiful. Three square miles with open space temples and homes. Secure behind walls of baked brick clad in shining copper. It shone like the sunrise from afar.
Farmers with wares and hunters bringing meat there could see the city sparkle on the horizon long before they could see the towers and temples. They were filled with awe as they trod the path that widened into a road leading to the shining city.
If you stand there now. all you will see Is barren desert and an occasional tree. The secure walls are no more than ancient relics slumbering below the desert floor. But these hidden things still sing the glorious story of Gilgimesh the king.
Sovereign of all the land and partly divine child of the gods. An arrogant man and surpassing all he ruled in strength and intelligence. Seemingly invincible no mortal man could challenge his command
Now Gilgimesh was two thirds mortal man. and one third divine A child conceived before the great flood during the time when the gods and their children had sexual intercourse with the daughters of mortal men.
The lady Rimat-Ninsun, a daughter of Utnapishtim carried Gilgimesh in her womb upon the ark of her father when the world was covered with water.
Gilgimesh was the third king of Urik after the flood. Nearly immortal, he watched the generations of mortal men come and go like the seasons of planting
Living interminable years Gilgimesh still lived in fear knowing he must lie down one day and sleep the unknowing slumber of his fathers before him.
Long life did not temper his stormy heart. Where some might seek understanding, He sought knowledge. becoming hardened cruel and lustful waiting for the end of his days.
Gilgimesh worked the people far beyond their powers. Building temples and towers. His interest waning before they were done. Leaving workmen unpaid and scaffolding rotting in the sun.
By an ancient right he could sleep with any woman on her wedding night. Taking virgin bride from hapless bridegroom. returning a harlot. Sated with the fire of nearly immortal love. Unimpressed, dissatisfied with her husbands earthly desire.
Gilgimesh was erratic. disappearing for months into a high tower overlooking the city. There he struggled to revive ancient powers and lost arts. Washed away in the waters of the flood
The people of Urik said to each other "What kind of king is our Gilgimesh? Is he a shepherd of his people, a protector of the weak?" They would sadly smile and shake their heads knowing in their hearts his true nature.
Their sorrow found words in their prayers ascending with the smoke of sacrifice from the temple of the goddess Aruru. She said to herself "It is not good that Gilgimesh brings such suffering to his people, my children."
She spoke To the other gods and goddesses saying: "Gilgimesh tramples the people of Urik like a wild ox. His desire knows no bounds ruining our daughters for marriage."
"His inconstancy leaves the people like sheep wandering on the steppe waiting for the wild beasts to decide upon whom to dine." Her face usually so tranquil was troubled as she spoke.
Other gods now spoke. "He seeks to revive the secrets washed away by the flood. His arrogance is boundless!" They crowded around Aruru relating the sins of Gilgimesh.
Ishtar, that sensuous goddess of love called to Aruru saying: "Come, leave the prattle of the others behind us and let us speak privately."
The two goddesses retired to a shaded glade to whisper together. Ishtar leaned toward Aruru and speaking softly said: "If Gilgimesh and I were to lay together his power would certainly be diminished."
Aruru's face grew cold as she made reply. "You consume those ill-fated souls who moan and sigh under your spell. Your love means destruction and death to mortals and living hell for Gilgimesh."
Ishtar, feigning indifference shrugged her slender shoulders. Then shaking her shining hair said, "I thought perhaps only a goddess could blunt the endless desire of this wild ox, In heat."
Aruru saw the gleam of carnality hidden deep in the eyes of Ishtar but realized her wanton proposal had some merit. She thanked the harlot goddess and politely refused her offer.
Retiring to a private spot Aruru thought to herself Gilgimesh ought to have an equal with whom to strive and n this fashion arrive at friendship and learn compassion.
The other gods and goddesses went looking for Aruru Saying among themselves Aruru made Gilgimesh. and set him to rule the men of the city He is cruel, capricious, With no moderation. Aruru must have pity and correct her creation.
They crowded about saying to her you created Gilgimesh now create another like him! Let stormy heart contend with stormy heart. That peace may flow when this wrong is right like the Euphrates past the city walls in the tranquil moonlight.
Hearing the words of the gods and the prayers of her people Aurur spat into the clay and called forth a living being to contend and bring balance and friendship to Gilgimesh the king.
ENKIDU
Tall was he and covered with hair. Yet exceedingly strong with a face that was fair to look upon. Innocent of the ways of men. Made bold and true of heart and spirit. Running like the wind, she created Enkidu.
She sat him down on the steppe far from the great city. There to run with the wild creatures. Growing in power and mastering pain. Unknowingly waiting for an unrevealed future hour foreseen and ordained.
In the morning Enkidu would come to the spring to drink with the other wild creatures. In the dusk they would return together to dip their mouths In the cool reflecting water.
The wild animals came to trust the creature Enkidu and approached him without fear. When he called to them they would hasten to come and draw near gathering about him warming him as he slept.
One day Enkidu came upon a trap. A pit excavated by a hunter. Deep within a wild creature struggled in vain to regain the freedom of the steppe.
Enkidu was comrade to this creature struggling in the pit. He used his hand and his wit to set his friend roaming again. Leaving the hunter an empty hole for all his effort.
THE HUNTER
The next morning standing over the empty trap. The old hunter scratched his head and shrugged his shoulders. Saying to his sons, "Mark my words a mighty creature did this."
