Friday, September 28, 2007

Mighty songs nine I took from the famous son, Baleful-thorn, Bestla’s father;
and a drink I got of the glorious mead, a sprinkling of Wod – Poetic Madness.
Then I took seed and became knowing, and waxed and had wellness.

Each word I sought, resulted in that word; each deed I sought, resulted in that deed.
-Rúnatal, 138-139

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