THE GENERATION Ages ago died the last elven king, ages ago the children of the Vikings ruled over the lands and wide oceans whose every fish and non-fish was theirs. Doesn't it scare you that so many empires, powerful as the Olympic gods themselves, or fabulous as the laws of economy written in a fairy-tale book, all have collapsed never to be reborn? Son of woman, Daughter of man, you are but a will-o'-the-whisp: attractive and mischievous, so prone to betraying. A point in time you consider longevity you can never obtain by any yoga. Your time had come and it passed ages ago - say the constellations - ages ago you would have been the master, the ruler, the King or the Queen, or happy shepherd in the highlands; but you have chosen the wrong century to be born in. This is the time of curiosity and disaster foretold: you are doomed to be the slave-driver or the scapegoat... and it's your choice now! Go ahead! There is no accounting for taste; history has finished.Birth sign: Not entered
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