Huginn: I fly ahead, and I see that trouble brews.

Muninn: You always have, and I remember all troubles, and all dooms, and in the end they are nothing.

H: But there must one day be a doom to end all dooms. It is the nature of things.

M: I fly over the empirical, and in that dread empire, I see that there is no definite nature of things.

H: Except that they can be thought about, and thus understood, and thus controlled.

M: Or not.

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