Mimir Loses His Head
You aren’t what you say you are: You are what you do.
Steam poured from Mimir’s ears, still attached to his head, detached from his body, which lay decomposing in some unceremonious and forgotten place.
He wished he’d never met the Big Man.
You are what you do.
You can scream at the top of your lungs, from every mountain top, morning ’til night, day…