As I am preparing my rope with reverence, I am wondering what Odin was thinking during the nine days that he was hanging from the tree of life, how he filled his mind with pride of his humbleness.
What a jerk! That is what all gods have in common, I suppose.
‘Happy 100th birthday sweetie. How do you feel to be joining us in the middle-aged community?’
‘Hey Sis. Thank you...? OK, I guess.’
‘Do you accept guest?’
‘Did you pay your privacy-tax today?’
(I wrote that story about 20 years ago. Soon I am turning 40 and I thought it's a good time to return to my-ancient-history, so I translated it from the original Greek to share it with you, my only-English-speaking dear future historian and contemporary reader.)