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And by a prudent flight and cunning save A life which valour could not, from the grave. A better buckler I can soon regain, But who can get another life again? Archilochus

Friday, September 18, 2026

Profilic Resurrections: A Coming Back from Hades to Dionysus

The One from Many and Many from One of Identity

Re-Learning How to Climb the Beanstalk (Ampelos

The Hávamál (stanzas 138–139) in The Poetic Edda: [1, 2, 3]
"I know that I hung on a windswept tree nine long nights, wounded with a spear, dedicated to Odin, myself to myself, on that tree of which no man knows from where its roots run." [1]

 "With no bread did they refresh me nor a drink from a horn, downwards I peered; I took up the runes, screaming I took them, then I fell back from there." [1]