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It's A Peculiarity Of The Norwegian Culture And Of The English And American, Too, That Men Are Not Supposed To Cry. Stiff Upper Lip And All That. But The Vikings Cried Like Women In Public Or Privately. They Soaked Their Beards With Tears And Were Not One Bit Ashamed About It. Yet, They Were As Quick To Draw Their Swords As They Were To Shed Tears. So, What's All This Crap About Men Having To Hold In Their Sorrow And Grief And Disappointment?

Burton, Though An Infidel, Made It His Business To Investigate Thoroughly Every Religion. Know A Man's Faith , And You Knew At Least Half The Man. Know His Wife, And You Knew The Other Half.

Miles Above The Earth We Know , Fancy's Rocket Roars. Below, Here And Now Are Needles Which Sew A Pattern Black As Pitch, Waiting For The Rocket's Light.

By Now You Must Have Accepted The Fact That Your Religion , In Fact, None Of The Earthly Religions, Truly Knew What The Afterlife Would Be. All Made Guesses, And Then Established These As Articles Of Faith . Though, In A Sense, Some Were Near The Mark, If You Accept Their Revelations As Symbolic .

Beauty In This Iron Age Must Turn, From Fluid Living Rainbow Shapes To Torn, And Sootened Fragments, Ashes In An Urn, On Whose Gray Surface Runes Are Traced By A Norn, Who Hopes To Wake The Future To Arise, In Phoenix-fashion, And To Shine With Rays, To Blast The Sight Of Modern Men Whose Dyes, Of Selfishness And Lust Have Stained Our Days...