| Dazed by the wind's roar on the summit of Mount Nemrut, I stood beside King Antiochus and the gods, looking out over Mesopotamia. Bare mountain ranges one behind the other stretched into the distance, interspersed with wooded plains like oases, fields of crops and silver streams. A Zen saying that I had read somewhere came into my mind: 'When I am sitting quietly doing nothing, then comes spring and the grass grows by itself.' For long centuries the gods quietly watched Mesopotamia, seated on their heavenly thrones. Countless seasons came and went, wars were fought and kingdoms rose and fell, but they remained motionless and silent. Finally they could no longer resist the pitiless march of time. Their stone bodies toppled to the ground, and lay in a long sleep during which most were covered by earth. So they lay until they were discovered by a German railway engineer Karl Sester in 1881, and this forgotten civilisation came to light.
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