It's a peculiarity of the Norwegian culture and of the English and American, too, that men are not supposed to cry. Stiff upper lip and all that. But the Vikings cried like women in public or privately. They soaked their beards with tears and were not one bit ashamed about it. Yet, they were as quick to draw their swords as they were to shed tears. So, what's all this crap about men having to hold in their sorrow and grief and disappointment?

Give us power, give us light To holdall love within our breast's small space.

Nature is an experimenter.

This story is about love, which means that it is also about hate.

Confucius once said that a bear could not fart at the North Pole without causing a big wind in Chicago.

There are Universes begging for Gods, yet he hangs around this one looking for work.

By this he meant that all events, therefore, all men, are interconnected in an unbreakable web. What man does, no matter how seemingly insignificant, vibrates through the strands and affects every man.