There is no such thing as final completion when the subject is the dynamic cycles of nature. This reminds me of the story of the old woman who weaves the world, and her black dog and the loose thread the dog pulls to unravel the garment, to keep the weaving (and the world) going. (See my post of January 6, 2009 for this story). So by way of an (in)conclusion here are the final words in the praise poems found in Inanna; Queen of Heaven and Earth, a beautiful text that serves as inspiration and source for my version of the myth translated by Samuel Noah Kramer and Diane Wolkstein.
My lady looks in sweet wonder from heaven.
The people of Sumer parade before the holy Inanna.
The Lady Who Ascends into the Heavens, Inanna, is radiant.
Mighty, majestic, radiant, and ever youthful---
To you, Inanna, I sing!
