Enuma Elish. Call it a "source-erer" urge to find the beginnings of things we call civilization and religion. To me, five thousand years ago feels like a minute ago in cosmological time, but for so much of our history as language-gifted primates, we left the barest imprint on the earth--so the works in stone and clay of our Sumerian and Akkadian forebears are a treasure.
But a lot of that history might be wrecked by the ISIS jackasses. And that gives me the same kind of rage I felt when the Taliban felled the Bamiyan Buddhas. Well, maybe even more so.
So me, when I see a thing humans created that endured through the ages as if it was meant to, I kind of want to see it continue to endure, in memory of those people who made great things. Not institutions or falsehoods, not slavery or ignorance--but monuments to that great thing, whatever it is, that humans aspire to at our best and best-intentioned. Or even those hints at the thing that makes us human, that ever-present desire to make, to say, to be remembered, to be known.
I don't understand people who see this stuff, and want it swept away. It feels like patricide.