Nature is far away. Humans are never alone with it. There is a dread sound everywhere. A reek that goes to heaven. Politicians and Priests attempt to navigate our will away from us. Those that excuse dishonor and those that comfort weakness. Not the weakness of those that have not.But the weakness of greed, malice and cruelty. The chaos and anarchy of the Giants. Loki writhes as the moneylender and the industrialists move the bowl of poison away from his face. His spasms wreck cities and flood their futures. The lack of discipline. And also the weakness of kindness in the face of wrongdoing. The Cowardice of modern consensus. Of understanding. Our Dead weep in their graves. And our children put out the beggar bowls they were given twice and twice again. The Sun is now far away. If things could change. I would change them. If there was a pact I could make with you. I would do it. I have never met you. And I never will. If you see me before the end. Please come to me. I would stand with you to face the fire, and the wolf and the ship of nails. If I could stand for that one moment before we were unmade, I would count it enough. Enough to counterbalance a lifetimeof sorrow and fatigue.