Grief is as old as humanity.
Epic of Gilgamesh X.235-248 (trans. Andrew R George)
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![‘[Six days] I wept for him [and seven nights:]
[I did not surrender his body for] burial
[until a maggot dropped from] his [nostril.]
[Then I was afraid that I too would die,]
[I grew] fearful of death, [and so wander the] wild.
“What became of [my friend was too much) to [bear,]
so on a far road [I wander the] wild;
what became of my friend Enkidu [was too much to bear,]
so on a far path [I wander the wild.]
‘How can I keep silent? How can I stay quiet?
My friend, whom I loved, has turned to clay,
my friend Enkidu, [whom I loved, has turned to clay.]
[Shall] I not be like him and also lie down,
never to rise again, through all [eternity?}’](https://files.mastodon.social/media_attachments/files/116/068/787/944/053/172/original/d0642546377595e9.png)
Grief is as old as humanity.
Epic of Gilgamesh X.235-248 (trans. Andrew R George)
via drowningparty
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