"Prometheus, Lover of Humanity! Enki, Lord of the Sweet Waters!
The Temple of Zeus calls upon you with the deepest veneration.
You looked upon the human race shivering in the dark, naked, without tools, without fire,
without the knowledge to build or to heal or to measure the stars,
and your heart could not endure it.
You, Prometheus, climbed to the hearth of the Gods and took the fire in a fennel stalk
and carried it down to the earth and placed it in human hands.
You, Enki, held the ME, the divine decrees of civilization, arts, laws, medicine, music, writing, and you gave them freely because you loved the creatures made from clay."
Thank you for your sacrifice, Lord Prometheus, for we humans might still be sniveling baboons without the fire you gave to man. May the ME be in the hands of every Zevist, so that we can construct a divine civilization on Earth. Be blessed, Lord Enki, be blessed forevermore.