Musings & Vision

[Cagliostro_the_Impossible]

From Ciudad del Este…I’m chased, but managed to sneak into the country through certain contacts amongst Lebanese smugglers… I have but one brief reprieve before I must contemplate what to do next…does one go North, or go further South… go further South, and live the gaucho life, whilst an Argentine mistress screams at me in Italian for not using a coaster… hmm, decisions…
One remembers Snorre’s Prose Edda:

“Then smoke wreathes up around the ash Ygdrasil, the high flames play against the heavens, the graves of the gods, of the giants and of men are swallowed up by the sea, and the end has come. This is Ragnarok, the twilight of the gods.

But the radiant dawn follows the night. The earth, completely green, rises again from the sea, and where the mews have but just been rocking on restless waves, rich fields unplowed and unsown, now wave their golden harvests before the gentle breezes. The asas awake to a new life, Balder is with them again. Then comes the mighty Fimbultyr, the god who is from everlasting to9everlasting; the god whom the Edda skald dared not name. The god of gods comes to the asas. He comes to the great judgment and gathers all the good into Gimle to dwell there forever, and evermore delights enjoy; but the perjurers and murderers and adulterers he sends to Nastrand, that terrible hall, to be torn by Nidhug until they are purged from their wickedness. This is Regeneration.”

Or go North, the realm of Dominus Blicero… the cold winter, and reflections of light through sheets of ice…sir kalte sophie…eisheiligen…

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