"Who brings salvation to a redeemer?"

None is so obviously the answer... So the redeemer wander alone.

Is now this what I once choose? What nightmare I have granted myself to experience; what hell I will go through voluntarily, all for terrifying powers. What beast have I made of myself... Bestiae sumus, ut non bestiae simus; true enough, yet a sad consort.

They honour me for my knowledge and say I am a wise, good man. I honour knowledge; I seek it heartily. Scientia potentia est, and I agree! As I agreed long ago...

The offer: Power beyond your imaginations. I took it, without doubt. The price: A weakness. I sacrificed love; which I then perceived as not for me. Regret!

And no, for all those without initiation this will mean little, if anything. Do not believe you understand my thoughts on this page, I just need to get it out. There is nothing simple here; only deep and powerful darkness surpassing the regular depths of mortality...

This is not good. I will surely return to my deepest halls, from where I once more will look with regret upon my own kin - in a degree many of my current fellows have never experienced... Will I ever leave?

Let me waste no time; I should focus on my redemption...

Hyttetur

Da har jeg kommet ned fra hytta i Lierne, hvor jeg, Kristoffer, Liv, Naina, Victoria og Lisa har tilbragt de siste dagene. Dette var såpass vellykket at det allerede nå er utlyst som tradisjon og at vi bør samles i Li minst en gang i året - altså, helst flere.

En lang rekke aktiviteter legger et solid grunnlag for en fortsatt interesse i videreføringen av slike samlinger, og disse er noenlunde som det følgende:

- Sene og lange frokoster (selv om vi uten tvil kan ha forbedring på dette punktet, i alle fall etter min kjennskap til kunsten å spise frokost. Det utvalget av pålegg vi hadde var minimalt - i forhold til det min far klarer å fremstille på enhver vanlig helgemorgen -, men samtidig skal det jo sies at vi tenkte økonomi.)
- Enkle, men gode middager. (Avanserte middager skaper mye oppvask, ergo uinteressant å begynne med slikt).
- Lange netter! Dette har jeg såvidt tenkt på, og foreslår det følgende:
- Vi bør minst ha 1 flaske godt brennevin (whisky, akevitt, cognac) for hver kveld. Pluss en ekstra sånn i tilfelle.
- 2 flasker vin for hver kveld. Dette må selvsagt være gode viner, dog ikke nødvendigvis rådyre viner. Heldigvis bor vi i Norge; polet har et kjempemessig utvalg!
- Godt øl! Ikke nødvendigvis mye, men en halvliter per pers hver kveld om ikke mer.
Med slike mengder av drikke burde vi klare å hygge oss umåtelig gjennom hele perioden, selv om prisen på opplegget blir betraktelig høyere, dog i alle fall ikke uten god grunn!
- HL: Hytte Lekene. En spennende sjukamp som fyrte opp i alles konkurranseinstinkt. Jeg har mine mistanker om at de første lagene blir stående. Det var The Crazy Bananas og Team Tree, henholdsvis bestående av: meg, Kristoffer og Naina, og Lisa, Victoria og Liv. Nærmere detaljer ble nedskrevet i hytteboken, dog jeg kan si så meget som at Team Tree vant i årets leker, og derfor måtte The Crazy Bananas ta den betydelige oppvasken som hadde samlet seg.
- Ingaianere: Inga åpenbarte seg, og av den grunn er vi nå blitt Ingaianere. De fire hellige er: hytta, bamsen, kjærligheten og akevitten, og vi tror på reingarnasjon, hvor man blir gjenfødt i Kvesjøen når man dør. Eneste måte å komme seg ut av reinganeringen er ved å drikke seg til døde på akevitt; da kommer man til hytta.
- 1881: Det er faktisk ufattelig mye underholdning i å ringe 1881 for å få svar på alt hva vi lurer på: som f.eks. hvorvidt Ali kaffe faktisk kurerer gruff, hvor tykk isen på Kvesjøen er, hva jeg burde bli om jeg blir stor, eller ringe 1880 og spørre om hva nummeret til 1881 er. Det er bare noen få eksempler.

Ah, ja, det var en herlig tur og jeg kan ikke si annet enn at jeg gleder meg stort til neste gang!

Inga-Yanga!

Salvation for a redeemer

Saviour, redeemer
Man of souls and fitting scales
Judger of the long gone realms

What toll he take?
What soul he'll mark?
This saviour of souls; too harsh?

Gazing from above, he judge.
He points on that and that,
And yells; "Disregard! Disregard!"

He measure them towards a scale
Not made for mortal men, no nay
Though made for higher kin, the gods
For whom he serves, and rules alike.

Truly takes the height its toll
For he may never be the one
That he once were, and would have been
T'was it not for spirits old

So he sit upon his throne
And holds the sceptre,
sword and crown.

Hoping for one day to find
Salvation in a single mind
Passing by his throne so high

Yet, he wished that mind to pass
Before the dice would fall at last.

The past present future

I have been thinking about what this year will bring since before it started; what did I then know of the coming tidings.

Though, already now I have presented a important point: I have thought about the happenings of this year before it started - just as I this year have to think about what the future will bring, before the future is present.

The tidings have been dark: as I have said for years, the world will change, the western culture will fall. And I strongly believe that will be past before I have found my final rest.

Present actualities change the future we are to live in.

Economic development in the last month suggest that economical power will move towards Asia, where China, India, Russia and Saudi-Arabia is flourishing while the US suffer economical recession.

So, while I doubt we will see the end of the world, we will see the end of the world as we know it. Ideology will change. The only reason democracy has been considered the more successful system of governing, is due to economical growth in democracies. Now remember, the foundation for this growth was lain in periods of feudalism and the following imperialism. Without those two eras of European history, Europe, and thus America, would never have been able to flourish in the manner it has.

Now the tables are changing, we're losing the upper hand. Though I believe Europe will keep a strong positions, though not through the Union. Europe have other strengths, among them rich lands. Though a change in climate could of course change this...

The world is in revolution, once more our civilisation changes drastically: though this time mother nature seems to be poking in our situation.

Not to seem superstitious: though, people in several cultures have foreseen our age as a time of drastical change. And it may be true, couldn't it? Never have we been so many, in such a small world.

Climate is changing - and to any disbelievers, I see the change everyday. The weather hasn't been what it should be: less snow, more sun... Things are getting warmer, the consequences are still unknown to us.

However, I do believe that the world need a sort of balance, and I believe mankind is no master in balancing its actions - nor that we ever will be. Yet, I have to believe our society is in a time of change, as our current situation despises me.

We need to solve the great challenge as I see it: continue the essence of humanism into a age of individual recognition. Whom will redeem us?