| 2 January 2025 2125 Hours | Mortality, Aging, Anthropology, History, Poetry |
Oh, dear Odin, if it is the moment to be passed to you, Please take me only with my weapon in hand, And that it shall be swift, with little lingering. The pain bothers me not, it is only The wasted time, before I am able to face you And melt into your compassion And justice over your jurisdiction. (Written by a modern, fantasizing Viking.)