<blockquote>Man byþ on myrgþe his magan leof:<br>sceal þeah anra gehwylc oðrum swican,<br>forðum drihten wyle dome sine<br>þæt earme flæsc eorþan betæcan.</blockquote>
<blockquote>The joyous man is dear to his kinsmen;<br>yet every man is doomed to fail his fellow,<br>since the Lord by his decree will commit the vile carrion to the earth.</blockquote>
<p>Norwegian rune poem:</p>
<blockquote>Maðr er moldar auki;<br>mikil er græip á hauki.</blockquote>
<blockquote>Man is an augmentation of the dust;<br>great is the claw of the hawk.</blockquote>
<p>A modern poem:</p>
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<p><strong>Our cooperation<br/>
enhances our freedom.</strong><br/>
It seems like a paradox, but it's true.<br/>
Think about it: if you come down with the flu<br/>
or a cold or some other illness,<br/>
while you suffer in bed, who will protect you?<br/>
Me, because I am here.<br/>
I will care for you, ensure<br/>
you have what you need.<br/>
If I while hunting or gathering food<br/>
an awful injury suffer,<br/>
who will carry me home?<br/>
Who will tend to my wounds?<br/>
You, with your strong arms<br/>
and our connection sans Veil,<br/>
location always known.<br/>
Come,<br/>
my love,<br/>
<strong>let us fill the gaps in each other,<br/>
let us our blind spots cover.<br/>
The strength to do together what neither can alone</strong>:<br/>
