Posted to Poetry and Politics
by zero hero on 2004-01-05 18:43:00
Of Ymir’s flesh the earth was fashioned
And of his sweat the sea;
Crags of his bones, trees of his hair
And of his skull the sky.
Then of his bones the blithe gods made
Midgard for the sons of men;
And of his brain the bitter-mooded
Clouds were all created
It is also important to realize that they are not, strictly speaking, universes either, but it is easiest if you try and realize that a little later, after you've realized that everything you've realized up to that moment is not true.
The reason they are not universes is that any given universe is not actually a thing as such, but is just a way of looking at what is generally known as the WSOGMM, or Whole Sort of General Mish Mash. The Whole Sort of General Mish Mash doesn't actually exist either, but it is just the sum total of all the different ways there would be of looking at it if it did.
You can slice the Whole Sort of General Mish Mash any way you like and you will generally come up with something that someone will call home.