(These words were given me in a
dream. In the dream I was a Finnish
child of 8 or 9 who had been given
by her teacher the task of writing
out these 3 ancient runes of her
people. This is how they went:)

(1) Know the pinetrees. Know the orange dryness of sickness
and death in needle and cone. Know them too in green health,
those among whom your life is laid.

(2) Know the ship you sail on. Know its timbers. Deep the
fjord waters where you sail, steep the cliffs, deep into the un-
known coast goes the winding fjord. But what would you
have? Would you be tied up to a sandwhite-quay in perpetual
sunshine, yards and masts sprouting little violet mandolins?

(3) In city, in suburb, in forest, no way to stretch out the
arms—so if you would grow, go straight up or deep down.