After An had created the sky, stars moon and Sun and the oceans and filled them with fish and other creatures, and the forests and uplands and mountains and peopled them with every kind of animal, He sat back for a rest and admired His effort. But He decided that perfect as it was it was very boring. The Gods needed someone or something to serve them. So, with river mud He created Man and Woman and all was turned to turmoil as these creatures went their own way, for it seemed that selfishness and violence were bred in the bone! Crime and violence, theft, murder, lies and graft proliferated. But in spite of this it was found that even in a garbage dump a beautiful plant may grow. It is called love. And that is the tenor of this story. An knew perfectly well that He had not created a perfect creature, but he had created a being capable of perfection. And this is the story of mankind. It tells us of such great ones as Inanna and Dumuzi, and as people matured, of Buddha, Jesus, Mohammad, on toward an age of maturity and out of the present strife and confusion.