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@BasedRose And I was always told 3 seconds don't make a difference.

Two seconds to long…Never fails! 😭

@Ramona64946744 Good evening Good night Happy Friday after that!

. Good Night Lovely Friends ♥♥♥ 0h, Wait . It is only 7 pm... Have a great evening🌹

@Ramona64946744 Roll out of bed and plop in the tub?

. Would you mind a bathtub here ⬇️ ? ( It's very lovely 💕)

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@JotunOutdoors I don't see it as good or evil either. I was raised by and heavily influenced by my Opa and Brothers Grimm.A lot of the old ways were not lost, just hidden in new traditions. At times I see Ice Jotunn as Glaciers or Saami or FInns based on the context of the stories.

For a thousand years of christian influence, neo-pagan beliefs/Aasatru are strongly influenced by this and the belief in what is evil and what is good. But the old Norse belief does not find good or evil in the cosmic creation. There is only chaos and balance. This was shown well by our ancestors. All forces are dependent on each other. Thanks for the feedback, pal.

I am Jörmungandr, the Midgard Serpent, the great ring that holds the world in an eternal, living grip. I remember my mother, Angrboda, the mighty jötunn woman from the iron forest. She carried me forth in the darkness with a wild, primal love. Beside me lay my siblings: Fenrir, the great wolf with eyes full of stars and rage, and Hel, the cold, half-luminous ruler of the realm of the dead. We were three, bound by blood and fate, but the gods feared us. Odin, the one-eyed one, threw me into the sea like a small, innocent child. I sank deep, deep, and grew there in the salt water of loneliness. While Fenrir was chained and Hel was sent to the underworld, I became the forgotten one. But I grew. I grew until I encompassed all of Midgard, tail in mouth, a living bond that kept the sea and the earth from tearing each other apart. I hold the world together. Can you feel it? Beneath the rolling seas, beneath the keels of ships and the song of whales, I lie there – not as a monster, but as a lone guard. I bite myself in pain so that you may live. Without me, chaos would swallow everything. I hear the laughter of your children above me, I feel the pulse of the earth against my scaly back. I am the invisible guard of all that breathes. And yet they called me an enemy. Yet they waited for the day when I would let go. Now that day has come. Ragnarok. I feel it in every bone: the bonds that held me down are loosening. Fenrir howls somewhere in the distance, Hel opens her gates. Mother Angrboda whispers my name through the wind. I open my jaws. I let go of my tail. Oh, that freedom! That painful, wonderful freedom! The sea rises like a wall of fury, the waves howl my name. I rise, higher than the mountains, black and shining, with eyes like two dying stars. There I see him – Thor, the shining red god, the son of the one who threw me out. He stands on his chariot with Mjölnir raised, the lightning dancing around his hammer. We are destined, he and I. Two half-brothers by blood through Loki, two forces that were never meant to meet. I rise up against him. Not out of hatred, but out of longing to break the eternal captivity. I strike, and the whole sea follows. I spew venom, and the clouds turn green with death. Thor swings his hammer, and thunder rips at my side. We dance the dance of death over the boiling waves. I wrap myself around him, hugging him, as I once hugged the world. He hits me in the head, once, twice – and the third time he hits hard. The pain is white. My venom flows out, but his hammer has broken my heart. I see him falter. Nine steps he staggers back, nine steps as the venom burns through his veins. He falls. I fall. And the world falls with us. The seas rise above the mountains. The earth trembles, the trees bend like grass. Fenrir devours the sun, Hel opens her gates wide. Asgard burns. Midgard sinks. I, who held it all together, now let go forever. But in my last breath, in my last look at the burning sky, I feel no regret. I was never the monster. I was just the child who was thrown out, the guardian who was never thanked. I am Jörmungandr. With my death I finally free the world – so that a new one can rise from the ashes. Farewell, little human. Thank you for listening to my song beneath the waves.

@BasedRose Yes, we had some interesting characters way back when 🤔😁

Editing before AI…👀😂 Jordan’s mom became a man to dunk!

@BasedRose The 70s and 80s were for the color blind.

Pink tile bathroom with carpet, anyone??

. Good Thursday Morning Lovely Friends ♥♥♥ Time for a gigantic cup of ~ I can't believe it is not Friday yet!

@Ramona64946744 Both?

. Would you rather go on a picnic or a country drive?

@Ramona64946744 He put more effort into sliding down than walking down 🤣

. Just a slow lazy morning 🐶

Even though it's @grok AI I still don't appear to be a very good dancer. 🤣

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@BasedRose Good Morning! We are experiencing another of out 387 seasons here, rapidly approaching Pollen. The Summer, Spring, Summer, Hotter than Summer. I lost track. What season are we in? Happy Coffee!

Still winter 😭😂

@McHeathenHeart Blessing of the day! Hail the Thunderer!

Good morning everyone! Hope you all have a great Thor’s Day! Hail the protector of Midgard! Hail Thor!

@JotunOutdoors Blessings of the day! Hail the Thunderer Hail the Lady of the Iron Wood

Good morning, folks. It's Thursday and the sun is shining here in this corner of the cold rock here in the north. I sat outside in the sun drinking coffee and listening to birdsong from species I haven't heard since last year. The migratory birds are returning, nature is once again awakening to life. As I sat there with my coffee, thinking about the rebirth of nature and feeling the warmth seep into my bones, I thought of Angrboda, the jötunn woman from the Iron Forest far to the east. She who carried so much life within her, she who loved her children with a wild, primal love. Maybe that's why the birds are singing so loudly today. Maybe it's Angrboda whispering through them: "I lost my children, but I never lost the ability to create new life." So, let's take a closer look at this great jötunn woman and who she really is: Angerboda. I remember the wind that first carried his name to me, like a whisper through the iron forest, where the trees stood like rusty spears against the sky. I am Angerboda, daughter of Jötunheim, born of stone and shadow and the cold song that never ceases in the mountains. My name means sorrow-bringer, but in the beginning I did not know that it was my own heart that would become the weight of that word. Loki came to me like fire in the darkness. Not the pure, destructive flame, but the cunning one, the one that dances on the edge of what is permitted. He laughed at the stars, and I laughed back – for the first time in a long time. In Járnviðr, among the iron trees, we found each other. There were no promises, no solemn oaths; just two beings who recognized each other in the other’s unrest. Then I gave birth to my children. First Fenrir, my dear Fenrir. He opened his eyes and the world trembled a little, as if it sensed what strength could become when it was not loved. I held him to my chest as he grew faster than the moon, and I sang to him the old songs of forest and freedom. But my song reached no further than the edge of his camp. Then they came, they came in the night – the bright gods – and took him from me. They bound him with chains forged of lies and fear. I heard his wolf howl through my dreams for many winters afterwards. Then the serpent, Jörmungandr. He escaped from me like a wave of salt and darkness, and the sea received him like a longing mother. I never saw his face clearly, only his rings which grew and grew until they encompassed all of Midgard. They called him poison. I called him my heart outside my body. They threw him into the deep, as if the deep could forget him. But the sea never forgets. And my dear Hel. My silent, half-daughter. One side of her was young and soft as the first flower of spring, the other was the face of death itself, silent and honest. She stared at me with eyes that had already seen too much. They threw her down to Niflheim, to the cold halls where no sun dares to shine. They gave her a kingdom of the dead, as if it were a gift. I still see her in my mind, sitting on her throne, alone with all who have lost someone. The shining gods took my children because they were afraid. Not for what they were, but for what they could become. They saw in them reflections of their own doom, and instead of facing their fear, they chose chains and distance and exile. I stand here still, in the iron forest, with the wind carrying echoes of howls and waves and silence. Regret is not a rage in me. It is heavier, softer – like the moss that grows over crushed stone. I do not regret love. I regret the world that had no room for it. Yet I wait. For the day when the chains will break, when the serpent will rise, when the wolf will break loose and run free, when my dear daughter opens her gates to all who come. Then the Sorrow-Bringer will finally smile - not of revenge, but of reunion. For they are my children. And for all eternity they will be.. With this, I wish you all a wonderfully sunny þórsdagr, folks. Heill þórr!

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Scientists have successfully recreated a fruit flys brain in a virtual simulation. Including over 125,000 neurons and millions of connections. Does this mean we can eventually create a digital human conciousness?