Get down with Enkidu:
He's getting tired of waiting,
But he'll hold on for you!

Commune with Enkidu:
He's ready to withdraw from the world,
But he'll open up for you.

Move and be moved by Enkidu:
He's ready to build a beautiful edifice of meaning,
But he needs you!

Create with Enkidu:
He has all the fire and words of the world,
But he waits to see what you will do.

He desires immortality,
As do you.
Walk forth with Enkidu.

Darmok and Gilaad.

At Tenagra.

WE KILLED IT.

yep, I think you did.


For whom have I labored? For whom have I journeyed?
For whom have I suffered?
I have gained absolutely nothing for myself,
I have only profited the snake, the ground lion!

Poor Gilgamesh.. at the end.. weeping.

bonus.. snakes did get to start shedding their skin.

:)

OR MAYBE BEOWULF?

Maybe he was just tired,
fighting the same fight
for twelve centuries,
growing weary with the telling
and retelling,
always losing a little
in translation,
weakening with every vapid squeak
of a yellow highlighter
across an English text.

Maybe it was just the stress,
the anticipation, lying there
in the glowing mead-hall
naked as a Pict,
keyed up,
more than a little drunk,
jerking at his half a hard-on;
trying to stay frosty,
his useless buddies
passed out around the fire.

Maybe it was all the build up,
the lies the skalds told:
all that crap about swimming
with swords and seamonsters;
Hrothgar teasing him with
cupbearers and shieldmaidens;
frustrated at his lack
of a love interest,
the monks with their pointed quills
adding a healthy dose of Christian guilt.

Whatever it was,
Grendel started looking
pretty good.

Gilgamesh; that's the big evil guy who was always threatening the Smurfs, right?

No, he's the guy that the Skipper called "Little Buddy".