I killed the lions with my bare hands. I did not let a single one escape. For I am Gilgamesh!

And so I continued my journey. Year after year. And I never found the legendary land of Dilmun. Finally I found a wise man who told me the truth. It is because I was too quick to kill the lions. All my life I wanted to kill and destroy: forests, gods, animals, everything. I am not worthy of eternal life. And so I, Gilgamesh, the strongest of all, king of Uruk, die alone in a far off land. I never understood life, only death, so that is what I received.


If only I could go back and start my quest again. Or do something else?