And so the gods live on in their full radiance in that other, forgotten, unforgettable past that we all really share, and still know in that now occult dimension of mind that still dreams the potentiality wave— where Odin hanged himself for nine days upon the wind-shaken world-tree Yggdrasil, pierced by his own spear, and where Nachash walked on God’s holy mountain in the stones of fire, and where Adonis slain by
