I sit down and open my heart to the ferryman. I begin to weep like a woman.
I tell the ferryman of my past life as a violent man. Of my love for Enkidu, and how he showed me that other people matter. I tell him of how Enkidu is dead, and now my life has no meaning. I whisper and sob. Of my emptiness inside. The pointlessness of everything I have ever done. The ferryman takes pity on me. He says he will show me how to rebuild the boat.
Should I build the boat and make that journey across the sea? Or maybe I should listen to what the gods say, and what the ferryman says, and what every wise man says: man is not meant to be immortal. Should I stop searching, go home and find that true peace is found in accepting what the gods have given me? Or should I do something else?