Odin gave us the Runes. The Runes gave us Odin, and the other Gods, who are worthy of us.
What a bliss to be given Gods that are worthy.
Do you know what this is like?
Or have you only experienced the soothing, softening mellowness of the Christ-Child?
I have endured this softness, as it has pervaded our culture, and sensed it eat at me. Even though I never chose it, it hung in the air.
It endures no violence. It endures no friction in the soul. It says: all that is must be relinquished, all the will come is at ease. It wants to relax, to sink, to lie flat on the surface of the ocean-floor. It wants not to breathe. It wants no pain.
Beautiful things are made from that mold. As excess is expelled and set free - ‘in tongues’ - only god knows what is said. It is all sexual and violent. But it is ‘gibberish’.
Ah the gods, how lucidly they speak and how well we understand. But how hard it is to communicate all that!
This is because what we understand of that god transforms us, away from the world. The Christ god, who is the humanist Ideal, is sweet and soothing, and moving us away from the world. Whenever the world gives itself, one shirks back as if pricked by thorns. And the world is sharp, and the thorn is the entrance to the world. Through our own blood we learn to taste.
Then there is the path through the mud. Somewhere along that path, the animals begin to look us in the eye.
At the end of the path a figure rises.