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The dark does not weep for itself because there is no light. Rather, it accepts that it is the dark. It is said that even the gods must die.' He winks. 'But not without one hell of a fight.'
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Balder holds up a completely blank rune. Wyrd. The beginning and the end. Fate. I don't know what that means, but it's not doing anything to uncreep me.
Libba Bray
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My favorite word is 'redemption.' I like both its meaning and the sound. My least favorite word is 'maybe.' 'Maybe' is almost always a 'no' drawn out in cruel fashion.
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'Oh, hello,' Dr. M says, shaking Balder's hand. 'Wonderful costume. I'm a bit of a role player myself on the weekends. Tell me, where did you get the helmet?' 'It was forged in the North, blessed by the hands of Odin, given to me by my mother, Frigg,' Balder answers. 'Lovely. I got mine on the Internet.'
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You’ve been assigned an identity since birth. Then you spend the rest of your life walking around in it to see if it really fits. You try on all these different selves and abandon just as many. But really it’s about dismantling all that false armor, getting down to what’s real.
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These are hard times. The world hurts. We live in fear and forget to walk with hope. But hope has not forgotten you. So ask it to dinner. It's probably hungry and would appreciate the invitation.
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In our travels, we have come across many equations - math for understanding the universe, for making music, for mapping stars, and also for tipping, which is important. Here is our favorite equation: Us plus Them equals All of Us. It is very simple math. Try it sometime. You probably won’t even need a pencil.
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My dad was a Presbyterian minister. Yes, I am one of those dreaded P.K.s - Preacher's Kids. Be afraid. Be very afraid…
Libba Bray