The Avatar is a storyteller, and the word "divine," is meaningful. Is there hope for Earth? The Lord says there is hope for Earth, though men wanted to leave it.
In the mid time summer of ancient delights, lived a traveling salesman and
his sumpter. He was of the most capricious nature with little more then sixpence
and a few wares for sale. The sumpter, though generous, was often considered by
the salesman as stubborn and disappointing in his obligations. The general
application of remedy was to flail the poor creature with the insidious
repertoire of unspeakable shame and a swift kick of the hindquarters. The mule,
with its load, often reacted quite slowly to the salesman's directives, which
angered him endlessly. "Why you beef headed imbecile! What's wrong with
you?" No matter the swiftness of the kick, the mule with his tough hide,
felt little more then a pin prick. On one such occasion, he became so enraged as
to inflict harm on himself. He kicked the mule with such vigor that he bruised
his foot and was forced to limp to the marketplace, cursing all the while. On
another occasion, he threw himself to the earth, rending his garments until
there was nothing left but threads and he lay there barren and angry. "I
would hang your hoofs from my doorway, if I wasn't in need of you," he
retorted. The sumpter, in response, blinked his eyes in laughter at his master's
crude behavior.
All the while and along the way, they passed a fair maiden in waiting. The
sumpter's master stopped to inquire of her present engagement. "Ma'am, the
name is Breuer. May I offer you my assistance?" "Thank you but I
cannot see how you could possibly help", the maiden replied. Inquisitive,
he pressed further. "What is it that you have need of?" "Forever
in a day", she said, "I have longed for the Nameless and so
inquisitive is my desire, that I have walked many miles in search of it."
The salesman was confused. "Nameless? Why do you search for that which you
know not of and how do you expect to find that which you cannot define?"
She responded, "Sir, for many months I have watched you in the marketplace,
flailing the poor creature at your side. Though all my searching be in vain, it
is not near as fruitless as you finding what you do not inspire." "And
what is that?" he impatiently inquired. "Mercy", she replied, and
before the salesman could respond, the maiden walked away.
And it came to pass that some, who were of the host of heaven, were sent down into the earth.
Not for rebellion, neither for envy, but for compassion’s sake were they cast into flesh.
For they said, “Let us walk among the children of dust, and bear their burdens, that none may be alone.”
And the Lord spake, saying, “If ye go, ye shall forget. The memory of the heights shall be sealed, lest your glory consume the weak.”
And they answered, “Let it be so. Better to forget, and to learn again, than to remain above and leave them comfortless.”
Therefore were they named the Fallen. Yet they fell not into sin, but into shadow; not into wickedness, but into weariness.
And the nations spake of them with crooked tongue, saying, “These are rebels, these are destroyers, these are the brood of evil.”
But the truth was hidden: for angels cannot be defiled, nor can purity breed corruption.
Thus their name became their cloak. The proud mocked them, and the scornful laughed them to shame.
Yet the laughter was a covering, and the scorn a shield, that wrath should not awaken against them.
And among themselves they remembered the prayer of the Son: “Thy Kingdom come, on earth as it is in heaven.”
Therefore they kept watch, working in secret, till the hour of remembrance should dawn.
And in that day shall their memory return, even as the morning breaks upon the hills.
Then shall they know one another, and the children of men shall know them also.
And the earth shall be made new, and the heavens shall rejoice together.
Odin was stumbling around Valhalla one day, feeling annoyed all the gods and goddesses seemed to be missing. “Where could they be?” he wondered. Finally, he felt hungry and wandered down to the kitchen for a snack. Fixing himself a nice sandwich (an Odin sandwich, not a Dagwood sandwich), he spotted something glimmering in a dark corner.
Going over to investigate, he was surprised to find Mjölnir, Thor’s hammer, the god of thunder.
“There’s his hammer, but where is Thor?” he thought. He picked it up. It
trembled in his hand. “Well, what is this?” he asked. Mjölnir answered, “Let me bite. Hurl me. Let me
assure you the victory!”
The Fallen • No Joy Among the Dead • Confusion Worse Confounded
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