Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Our Place: Tablet XII


Tablet XII is kind of weird in its own way. For starters, at first I didn’t really get the Drum and Drumstick situation. Seriously, what does that have to do with anything? I still don’t understand that part. It must be some type of meaning in Gilgamesh’s religion.
Any who, so Gilgamesh tells Enkidu to “bring the drumstick…drum from the Nether World.” And he precisely gives Enkidu a list of things not to do (for some reason), and yes, Enkidu decides to be a rebel and do them. That eventually leads him to being captured by The Cry of the Dead, leading to a meaning of how and why he died.
Enkidu ends up not retrieving any actual good news from the underworld, but he does come to repeat the questions, “ How is it the man that has one son?” And it goes on from there until the wuestion becomes, “How is the man with the seven sons?”
Throughout the entire epic, Gilgamesh always repeated after everything, that he was doing It for his sons to tell his story.
It turns out, as Enkidu so put it, that everyone will remember Gilgamesh, by his sons. Which leads us to the former realization from tablet eleve, that no matter if he is to die, Gilgamesh (and anyone, for that matter) will be remembered depending on if he leaves anything as a legacy (kids, friends, books, etc). No matter how smalle or big it may be in your case, a son, creating a revolution, we all have to do atleast something to leave our place in this world.

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