As he got into another real where he saw a divine desolate realm in which he could find eternal riches for the thirst of his soul. In that regard, he had already achieved immortality. After all, he had tried to get a new rich volatile force. For him, to try to invade the new world of earth was easy for him after all. He could create wealth out of nothing. To live, he needed to offer more sacrifices to the gods despite his terrible experiences with the goddess Ishtar. In this sense, nothing could actually change the main reason why he was still alive. As it may be, the little sense that these gods had in comparison to Gilgamesh was beyond any axiological comprehension.
Gilgamesh: Strange things have been spoken, why does your heart speak strangely? The dream was marvellous but the terror was great; we must treasure the dream whatever the terror that we could all know for it was not me who had wanted to own it with their own battle. In the early years of my life, I did not need to fight the early incarnation of infinite ignorance. For all that, this could actually hold me responsible for what I had done in my early years. I guess it was a failure. But to me, it was a necessary part of the journey. I was insurmountable for the useful way of life. In this regard, I actually lost my life: my friend.
Gilgamesh was called a god and a man; Enkidu was an animal and a man. It is the story of their becoming human together. Ekindu was not like in the myth: he meant his entire world and more. He actually helped him get laid… I mean… getting a girlfriend. For it was the main wholeness of life and death. He would actually tell me that We can't accept things as they are, so long as we think that things should be different. Tell us how not to believe what we think, and then maybe we'll be able to hear. In this regard, life could advance for the holiness of its name. However, there was something to it. They had to survive in the wilderness of faith and fame.
Yeah, it is me. The omnipotent. You may have missed me. Fuck Karl. This is what I actually know about Gilgamesh. The hard things break. The soft things bend. The stubborn ones batter themselves against all that is immovable. The flexible adapt to what is before them. Of course, we are all hard and soft, stubborn and flexible, and so we all break until we learn to bend and are battered until we accept what is before us. This brings to mind the Sumerian tale of Gilgamesh, the stubborn, hard king who sought to ask the Immortal One the secret of life.
Basically, He was told that there would be stones on his path to guide him. But in his urgency and pride, Gilgamesh was annoyed to find his path blocked, and so smashed the very stones that would help him. In his blindness of heart, he broke everything he needed to discover his way. However, that did not grant him the early acess to the genuine love of life. That said, With the same confusion, we too break what we need, push away those we love, and isolate ourselves when we need to be held most. For real! There have been many times in my life when I have been too proud to ask for help or too afraid to ask to be held, and in the frenzy of my own isolation, like Gilgamesh, I have smashed the window I was trying to open, have split the bench I was trying to hammer, and have made matters worse by bruising the one I meant to be tender with. The live bough bends. The dead twig snaps. We are humbled to soften from our grief, but my only grief is not to be in a relationship with her like a couple, thinking about their future babies.
Gilgamesh: Enkidu, my brother, whom I loved so dearly, who accompanied me through every danger-- the fate of mankind has overwhelmed him. HE WAS NOT A FREAKING INCEL. I REALLY MISS HIM. For six days I would not let him be buried, thinking, If my grief is violent enough, perhaps he will come back to life again. Maybe, I was wrong, but it does not matter. As per if I had heard it right, this should not hold me back. For being human holds a special grief of privacy within the universe That yearns and waits to be retouched By someone who can take away The memory of death like the one from the author for her. HAHAHA. I do not know that motherfucker well. ONLY THAT NAME: @#$$#!@##@.
As she was about to crush the super tree in his gigantic form, something happened all of a sudden. This was not like a curse that could happen in the early years of the wholeness of the universe. For their were not omniversal gods, but primordial gods. This happened at the very moment of posing the question. Basically, Gilgamesh golden red eyes took a glance at voluptuous body of Anake. Don't moralize at me! I have no love
For images, old gods, prophetic words.
I want to talk to Utnapishtim!
Tell me how. Gilgamesh said in pain as if he were not able to control himself from being alive and sure enough to heal his own heart for it was his unique desire to control what he was. In that regard, he was actually failing. That made him say the following words: when I enter the Netherworld will rest be scarce? I shall lie there sleeping all down the years! 'Let my eyes see the sun and be sated with light! The darkness is hidden, how much light is there left? Sii 15' When may the dead see the rays of the sun? this is so weird that I cannot actually hold myself back. This gotta be a joke.
Gilgamesh had fallen in love.