Thence come the maidens, mighty in wisdom,
Three from the dwelling down 'neath the tree;
Urðr is one named, Verðandi the next,
-On the wood they scored,-
and Skuld the third.
Laws they made there, and life allotted
To the sons of men, and set their fates.
(Poetic Edda, Völuspá)
Why?
Does it matter?
What is meant to be, shall be.
The Norns shaped it.
They threaded carefully.
All has been carved in wood.
They only know.
Where the thread goes.
What does the rune tells us.
Where the thread ends.
How and when it all ends.
You may take a glimpse.
Where the thread goes.
What the runes say.
All that is to be is already there.
The Norms have threaded and carved your fate.
Why bother understanding what cannot be explained?
Eventually we will understand.
As we all do.
At is right time.
At the end of time.
Where eternity begins.
All makes sense.
As it all does.
It has been carved by the Norns.
It has been woven with thread.
Nothing to do.
Nothing at all.
Just Be.
They know it all.
You already know.
All that ever happened.
All that is destined to become.
All that is.
Nothing to understand.
Nothing to do.
Nothing to explain.
What is, is.
What shall be, shall be.
Assume your fate.
Courageously.
Heroically.
Live until there is no live in you.
Seize the moment.
It is your last.
Take the plunge.
Let yourself fall.
Deep into it.
With absolute trust.
Only the Norns know.
You already know.
Up to you now.
Pure joy.
Pure bliss.
Pure love.
Enjoy.
Here and Now.
Naturally.
Heroically.
Passionately.
Ecstatically.
Eternally.
Truthfully.
Stoically.
Dutifully.
Beautifully.
Compassionately.
Show up.
Earn your place at the banquet hall.
There is room for us all.
Love all.
Serve all.
Join the dance.
Yo lo Creo/
I believe so, and so it is
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