“I liked myths. They weren’t adult stories and they weren’t children’s stories. They were better than that. They just were.”

– Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

We live our myths.

Each of us spins a myth of who we are, of what the world is, and of our place in it – for who of us could bear to look at the Medusa called Truth?

The myth of our life shapes our perceptions, our choices, and our justifications for them both.

Our own Myth is the Perseus Mirror Shield that saves us from gazing directly into the Truth in front of us.

Despite my Greek allusions, I, like Neil Gaiman, am drawn to the Norse myths.

Norse mythology still somehow speaks to people around the world.

Like us, the Asgardians knew that it would not end well for them, that there was no escape.