Love

            When civilization was just beginning to emerge and the newly found art of writing was about to emerge there was a great king by the name of Gilgamesh. Gilgamesh was the king of Uruk. While under his control the city knew nothing but triumph and tyranny. He was the most powerful ruler of his time. This half human half god was feared and greatly respected. Most everyone knows the great and heroic tale of Gilgamesh and his journey for immortality. However not very many people know of what Gilgamesh's people under his rule felt like and went through. There was fear and obedience among the whole city, until one man stood up against the great ruler and ultimately was slain by Gilgamesh himself. The story of his last days and death is one of sad emotions and the birth of something no one had ever known, love. Civilizations up until this one courageous man had only known lust and the use of women as sexual objects and reproduction. This was about to drastically change and a new way of life was about to evolve. This is the mythological story of how love came to be. .
             Before there was an Enkidu and Ishtar, before there was the harlot, and before there was the quest for immortality there was a man named Loveimus. Loveimus was scribe for Gilgamesh. A scribe who carved out symbols onto clay tablets. His job of cuneiform was new and not very many people had the ability to carve precisely into the thick clay. He was an essential asset to Gilgamesh's kingdom. Without Loveimus, Gilgamesh might not be able to keep track of who owed what or who was on his, what I like to call, the rape list. Gilgamesh would send for Loveimus every day and they would talk for a brief while about what Loveimus was to carve into the clay for that particular day or week. Loveimus was a very intelligent man. He was deeply appreciated and trusted by Gilgamesh. Once Loveimus carved his assignments into the clay he would send them into the fire so that they could be hardened and transported wherever necessary.