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Nanna is the goddess wife of Bældæġ. Some English Heathens use the unattested name Nōðe for her. In the The Lay of Hyndla she is called the daughter of Nökkvi, whose name refers to a type of boat – the OE cognate being Naca. My view of her is as a night or moon-like goddess whose light was the reflection of her husband Bældæġ the shining god – a parallel to Sunne and Mona, the sun and moon. Nanna and Bældæġ of course have passed from this world, Bældæġ is now Hel’s Companion as he rests in the underworld. And Nanna herself is carried across the sea by her father, her light faded.

The times I have dated men with long hair, I would do this regularly for them. It's such an innocent and gentle act of service. What I wouldn't give for a hug from a man, let alone for him to comb my hair...

Promises of an easy life seduce the meek and feeble souls who voluntarily turn themselves into slaves in return for the enjoyment of pleasures, comforts and the illusion of security.

The great majority of people fall into that category. They want nothing to do with superior things like truth or higher purpose.

They find the very notion of greatness to be a laughing matter, for such are the limitations of their minds. Blind as they are, they are incapable of envisioning. One might ponder whether they even have souls.

They are cattle and deserve to be treated as such. When the rough storms and winds of winter come and wipe out the meek blossoms that overstayed their welcome, do not look back, they don't deserve your pity.

Parsifal is on his way to the temple of the Grail Knights and says: “I hardly move, yet far I seem to have come”, and the all-knowing Gurnemanz replies: “You see, my son, time turns here into space.”

~ Wilhelm Richard Wagner 1813-1883

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Perception is strong and sight weak. In strategy, it is important to see distant things as if they were close and to take a distanced view of close things.

~ Miyamoto Musashi - 宮本 武蔵, c.1584-1645.

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”And we—we bear loyally what is apportioned unto us, on hard shoulders, over rugged mountains! And when we sweat, then do people say to us: ‘Yea, life is hard to bear!’”

Friedrich Nietzsche | Thus Spake Zarathustra.

Amor fati:

”Everything harmonizes with me, which is harmonious to thee, O Universe. Nothing for me is too early nor too late, which is in due time for thee. Everything is fruit to me which thy seasons bring, O Nature: from thee are all things, in thee are all things, to thee all things return. The poet says, Dear city of Cecrops; and wilt not thou say, Dear city of Zeus?”

Marcus Aurelius | Meditations (4-23).