"No one can see death,
no one can see the face of death,
no one can hear the voice of death,
yet there is savage death that snaps off mankind.
For how long do we build a household?
For how long do we seal a document!
For how long do brothers share the inheritance?
For how long is there to be jealousy in the land?"
The Epic of Gilgamesh is, perhaps, the oldest written story on Earth. It comes to us from Ancient Sumeria, and was originally written on 12 clay tablets in cunieform script. It is about the adventures of the historical King of Uruk (somewhere between 2750 and 2500 BCE).
Thousands of years... the same questions... the same human experience.
Who are we to assume we know anything?
These questions have been asked before. They have been answered before. But no amount of answers will stop the fate of mankind. We are born to die. Nothing can stop it. How do we live in the face of death, knowing it is with us from the moment we begin to breathe?
How do we transcend from a life in denial to a life that embraces death?
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