<p>Around a fireplace was a good story haven,<br /> with the people gathering around to hear<br /> the stories of heroes past and to come,<br /> and of how the world would be undone,<br /> but surely he was insane, when he implied<br /> that man was ever meant to extinct,<br /> to die out into nothing but darkness,<br /> a mutual memory of rock and water<br /> carved into the sky;</p> <p>Surely he jested, but the sky above<br /> showed no sign of divine intervention<br /> when he said that the Divine were wrathful;<br /> there was nary a storm cloud, a soul to be found<br /> in that great thing up there; all I could <br /> really see, were all the heroes of lifetimes past,<br /> adorning the sky as little blips of light.</p> <p>So he told his story some more; man came from <br /> nothing, as did the gods, as did all, a sort of<br /> Ginnungagap, as Odin might so have called it;<br /> it was dark, but what is the measure of dark<br /> when there is no one to observe it? There<br /> was no light to be found, only rays of<br /> effervescent entropy escaping every edifice,<br /> entering and permeating the infinity of totality,<br /> the darkness that then only existed<br /> in our dreams, as it does now.</p> 2009-07-20T11:51:33-07:00 165 6 2010-03-09T16:13:54-08:00 2 186