I think a lot about what I would say to the younger version of myself if I met her again, if I met her through the still moments of all the motion of youth — when she was sitting at the piano, or if I saw her alone on the playground, or if I watched her read, voice quivering, her short stories in…
Image description: little boy surrounded by tiny fat Black and Tan puppies, hugging one close to his chest and saying, “don’t worry, everyone gets a turn. Hi buddy.” as he cradles and rocks one of the pups
I recommend watching this every day or so. As my daughter and I do.
I was reading, as is my common afternoon behavior, from a translation of the great book of Norse legend called the Prose Edda. The opening chapters describe the origin of Norse cosmology.
The beginning of the tale describes what was before. What was before even the gods like Thor and Odin, and Loki. From whence it all came, told to a long lost king of Sweden, Gylfi. He learns, from Odin in disguise, that all that is known sprang from the great primordial chasm called the Ginnungagap.
From Prose Edda - Gylfaginning:
The Sibyl’s Prophecy
Early of ages
when nothing was.
There was neither sand nor sea
nor cold waves.
The earth was not found
nor the sky above.
Ginnungagap was there,
but grass, nowhere.
A little bit later on:
From part 5, Ginnungagap and the Emergence of Ymir:
…When those rivers, which are called Elivagar [Storm Waves], came so far from their source, the poisonous flow hardened like a slag of cinders running from a furnace, and became ice. When this ice began to solidify and no longer ran, poisonous drops spewed out and froze into icy rime [hoar-frost]. Then layer by layer, the ice grew within Ginnungagap.
That part of Ginnungagap, which reached into the northern regions, became filled with thick ice and rime. Inside the gap there was mist and wind-whipped rain. But the southern part of Ginnungagap grew light because of sparks and glowing embers flowing from Muspellsheim.”
Hmmm - a great primordial fissure that is crusted in ice and frost? But near so to great fires and volcanos? Greenland and it’s sister Iceland, perhaps? (The Prose Edda was written in Iceland in the 14th century)
Warm such that, “…the regions bordering on Muspell were warm and bright, and Ginnungagap was as mild as a windless sky.”
Also, keep in mind that these are the three manifestations of Odin yapping, so “mild as a windless sky” prob means something less like the Outer Banks to the all-seeing one.