As she got out of the main issue of Gilgamesh, she got to see how Gilgamesh was vanishing into thin air in which we could actually see the greatness of life. As for why it is not important enough for us to take on: Ananke could not actually be shocked by this fact or perhaps it would be the initial proportion of life and death that she had seen in that vision, thinking that there cannot be anything that they could not actually do for the main comprehension of existence. After all, she was openly rejected by Khaos.
There is nothing that she could do. To avoid this feeling, something should have been made real on the occasion of meeting him. The thing is, she now would think that there was something extremely amiss in her life. It did not wholly encompass the wholeness of her existence, thereby, leading the best purpose of life in the greatness of chaos. That said, there can be more objectives in the whole plot of what she was meant to be. In this life, she has been nothing, but a tool.
Anake: I shall remain with my husband. I really doubt that anything could be more beautiful than his presence in my life. Ultimately, he has proven to me that I could actually be of use. That is why I should use it to my adventage. I am definetly awae that he has a God and that maybe he will never marry me fully. But damn it! I wanna give it a shot. Participate joyfully in the sorrows of the world. We cannot cure the world of sorrows, but we can choose to live in joy. The warrior's approach is to say "yes" to life: "yea" to it all the way I will give myself to my husband.
As she saw the last lights of Gilgamesh, she remembered the following: My darling "mum" perhaps, I will never be as happy as I was in the old days of my childhood, precisely there were no ghosts, no fears! I have never felt like I belonged anywhere, I tried the countries, the books, and the drugs but when I enter the pain and hear the screams of bereaving families who are suffer alone in the loneliness, it looks like the only place in the world where I ever belonged like I could actually be loved the you have loved me.
As she saw these moments come alive. Something gave a lava like memory in her mind. They were no a mountain. Basically, nothing had taken over the night, but his words had shocked the whole super omniverse. In fact, there was nothing that could be bolder than that. That said, Poet's superpower is pain in what he was trying to express: the irony was that no one would actually get why she would have such a vision of a super cosmic Karl on a mountain. It looked like they had a personal connection.
Omega: in such moments I have formulated my creed, wherein all is clear and holy to me. This creed is extremely simple; here it is: I believe that there is nothing lovelier, deeper, more sympathetic, more rational, more manly, and more perfect than the Saviour; I say to myself with jealous love that not only is there no one else like Him, but that there could be no one. Through Christ, the miraculous can happen—a mentally ill mind can also be a sound mind that no one could ever doubt
I would even say more: If anyone could prove to me that Christ is outside the truth, and if the truth really did exclude Christ, I should prefer to stay with Christ and not with truth. I would rather not say anything more about it. And yet I don't know why certain topics may never be touched on in society, and why, if anyone does introduce them, it makes the others uncomfortable. Still, enough of it. I heard that you were desirous of travelling somewhere in the South. Absolutely, God grant that you may succeed in obtaining permission to do so.
But will you please tell me when we shall be quite free, or at any rate as free as other people ? Perhaps only when we no longer need freedom ? For my part, I want all or nothing. In my soldier's uniform I am the same prisoner as before. I rejoice greatly that I find there is patience in my soul for quite a long time yet, that I desire no earthly possessions, and need nothing but books, the possibility of writing, and of being daily for a few hours alone. In truth, that is the ultimate exercise of the soul for what I would like to enlighten in my life.
The last troubles me most. For almost five years I have been constantly under surveillance, or with several other people, and not one hour alone with myself. To be alone is a natural need, like eating and drinking ; for in that kind of concentrated communism one becomes a whole-hearted enemy of mankind. I have not been a simp. After all, The constant companionship of others works like poison or plague; and from that unendurable martyrdom I most suffered in the last four years. Everyone has sorrows; we just don't know them well enough to realise it.
There were moments in which I hated every man, whether good or evil, and regarded him as a thief who, unpunished, was robbing me of life. The most unbearable part is when one grows unjust, malignant, and evil, is aware of it, even reproves one's-self, and yet has not the power to control one's-self. I have experienced that. I am convinced that God will keep you from it. I believe that you, as a woman, have more power to forgive and to endure. Do not despair for Christ has remained with me.