How much less would we know about the ancient middle east if the Sumerian civilizations had not developed the process of writing on clay tablets and baking them.
snip from "The Atrahasis Epic" adapted from the B.R. Foster translation
The outlook of the weather changed.
Adad the storm god began to roar in the clouds.
They heard his clamor.
Atrahasis brought pitch to seal his door.
By the time he had bolted his door
Adad was roaring in the clouds.
The winds were furious as he set forth,
He cut the mooring rope and released the boat.
[...]
... the storm
... were yoked
Anzu rent the sky with his talons,
He ... the land
and broke its clamor like a pot.
... the flood came forth.
Its power came upon the peoples like a battle
one person did not see another
they could not recognize each other in the catastrophe.
The deluge bellowed like a bull
The wind resounded like a screaming eagle. [also "Like a wild ass screaming, the winds howled"]
The darkness was dense, the sun was gone
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