Z: The road less traveled is the false one to take, when the way it turns out, is of our own make.
Z: Stop thinking in lines. Create what you need and you’ll be just fine.
Y: When will we get there? Where is it we’re going?
Z: Forget it, relax, there’s no need for knowing.
ᚠ
byþ frofur. fira gehwylcum.
Sceal ðeah manna gehwylc. miclun hyt dælan.
gif he wile. for drihtne domes hleotan ᛬᛫
It is a consolation to each one of us,
Though each of us must distribute it generously,
If we will before God, cast lots for judgement.
ᚢ
byþ anmod. and ofer hyrned.
fela frecne. deor feohteþ. mid hornum.
mære morstapa. ꝥ is modig wuht ᛬᛫
It is singleminded and overhorned
Fiercely dangerous wild beast, fights with horns
Famous moor-stepper; that is a spirited being.
Þ
byþ ðearle scearp. ðegna gehwylcum.
anfengys yfyl ungemetun reþe.
manna gehwylcun. ðe him mid resteð ᛬᛫
It is severely sharp for all of the attendants
Laying hold of it is evil, with unmet cruelty
For anybody who rests with them.
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byþ ordfruma. ælcre spræce.
wisdomes wraþu. and witena frofur.
and eorla gehwam. eadnys and to hiht ᛬᛫
