In the Ancient Libraries of Ashurbanipal

In those distant times so long ago, there was a mighty king great in both learning and war, who gathered not only the heads of his enemies but also their many texts and tablets, and caused them (the tablets, not the heads) to be brought and added to his own. For it was his royal will to create the greatest library the world had ever known. Many thousands of those tablets filled its vaults, and like his palace the Library teemed with learned scribes; yea, their teeming was like unto the teeming of other things that teem. And in that ancient place, each scribe carried his stylus as both tool and sacred trust, for each knew every mark upon the clay would endure long beyond his mortal span. Yet at times they erred; and then only with comprehensive correction and unwavering diligence going forward could they prove themselves worthy to carry the stylus once more. And so may they do now, even in these days of generative artificial intelligence, which like the demon Pazuzu haunts the scribes of today.

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