o Myth 1: Before the earth was created, all life was housed in Galunlati. When this location became too crowded, the water beetle came down to the mix of water and darkness that comprised what would soon become the earth and found mud in the water. This mud expanded until it because and island susopended in the sky. The buzzard is the next character in the myth who flew down from GAlunlati, flapped his arms against the ground and created mountains and valleys in the new earth. Whne the earth was dry, the animals directed the sun to travel across the sky as it does today(Creation stories, n.d.).
My Name Is Enkidu My name is Enkidu; I was pinched from the clay that my mother threw into the wildnerness! My body is shaggy with hair and my strength rivals that of Ninurta, I know neither people, nor civilization, the grass I graze on is suitable for all my animals. My name is Enkidu; my mother created me to be the counterpart of the great King of Uruk, where the Eanna Temple wall gleams with copper is where the King of Uruk stays! He built this great temple with his own hands and he had knowledge of all! The Tyrant!
The Native American Indians had many different views on how the world was made, which they called creation legends. In “How the World Was Made” all the animals were above and crowded in Galunlati. They wanted more room so they sent Dayunisi, the little water beetle, to see if he could learn anything. He could not find a place to rest: “Then it dived to the bottom and came up with some soft mud, which began to spread on every side until it became the island which we call the earth” (Cherokee 48). For some time after the earth was flat, soft, and wet.
Old Major was a highly respected pig; in fact, every animal was ready to lose an hour sleep in order to hear him out to the last word. Three nights before his death he called the animals together to explain to them a world that he dreams about, he tells them of his dream of a world where the tyrannical humans are no more and every animal is their own. He provides them with a list of acts that they are never to commit, one being to never tyrannise his own kind. Old Major’s ideology was that of a farm run entirely by animals for animals. After Old Major had said that no animal should ever kill another, three rats join the rest of the animals, prompting the three dogs to attack them, showing that even before it started, Animalism had no chance to work.
The Raven goes on to create many things, including animals and mountains. Throughout this Man is by his side and learning from Raven about how to hunt fish, where to make his home, what plants are good to eat, and several other things. The story has no definite ending, other than Raven continuing to teach man all about Earth. One of this story’s defining traits is the presence of a single supreme being. This supreme being is responsible for the creation of all things all on their own.
With each story, a new tale is unraveled and differences are put aside to reveal an event that was beyond human control. Beginning in both stories, the reader is introduced to the hero that saves all creatures from extinction. These men are ordered by a single god to build an arc, full of the beasts of the land and particular people in which the god wishes to save. These large arcs are build using pitch to keep water from leaking in, and include only one door and one hatch opening. When the arcs are finished, the floods are delivered by rain and wipe out the remaining population of land creatures.
His defiance to be like the rest of his people in the town and to show compassion for the outcasts he met along the way. Also the river, the journey in which he is on relates back to Huckleberry Finn in my eyes. When Bud meets Gene Harrogate, it reminded me of Tom Sawyer and Huck’s relationship. Suttree meets Harrogate on a work farm; he was a hillbilly sent there for screwing watermelons. After his release, Harrogate moves to a slum in Knoxville.
She then separates the sea from the sky and dances upon the waves to the south, where later her hands would turn into a serpent. Similarly, in the Inuit interpretation, a raven is born out of darkness and chaos. He searches around the dark trying to find his position; he finds water, grass and trees. After contemplating about who he is and what makes the grass grow, he eventually realizes that he is the Raven Father, the creator of all life. Secondly, both interpretations use the bird as the principal creator of all things.
KMJ March 22, 2004 EC1 Descriptive Essay “The Lake” A psychiatric joke, “go to your happy place,” and my weary mind always retreats down the same worn path that once led to the two-room cabin that my grandfather built at Wilson Lake. Hundreds of acres of old, tall trees, standing sentry and guarding the secret beauty of the deep and serene cedar water lake. Where, once the last flag had been lowered at sundown on Memorial Day, families in their station wagons would begin to bounce along the dirt roads of the old camp ground, settling in for the summer in this beautiful mossy place. The moist ground beneath the beds of fallen leaves awakens with rusty metal rakes, pulling back the heavy blankets of mother nature’s bounty. Thick black smoke from metal cans and fire pits fills the air, and yet while your nose becomes stuffy, the smell of the burning leaves is more than oddly comforting.
“Because the park is an excavated storm water retention basin, its features are arrayed at three different elevations.” The upper street level tier provides picnic as well as little and big kids play area. The middle tier has wide sloped walkways and a huge playing field for the public to run and toss a Frisbee, playing football or soccer. The last tier was a fenced lake with three docks. In the center of the lake, there’s a small island and a large widowed tree. This was a very pleasant park, considering this side of town in Fresno.