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<p class="center"><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Runic_letter_gar.svg"><img src="../img/runes/gar.svg" alt="Gar rune" title="Gar rune"></a></p>
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<h1>Gar</h1>
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<p>Traditional meaning: Odin's spear</p>
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<p>Meanings when upright:</p>
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<ul>
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<li>stop asking</li>
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<li>you're not supposed to know</li>
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<li>wait and watch</li>
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<li>you must go forward on faith alone</li>
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</ul>
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<p>Meanings when inverted:</p>
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<li>you need to know</li>
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<hr>
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<p>There is not a known Norwegian or Anglo-Saxon rune poem for Gar.</p>
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<p>A modern poem:</p>
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<blockquote>
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<p>There used to be "forbidden questions"<br/>
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you would only answer with hesitation,<br/>
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would sometimes answer "no"<br/>
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just to throw<br/>
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a wrench in my anxiety's gears.</p>
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<p>Although<br/>
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I guess by now I should know<br/>
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that if you've loved me all these years,<br/>
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there's no reason you would stop now.<br/>
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Not after everything I've ever done<br/>
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or the atrocities I have yet to commit:<br/>
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your life is mine, you insist;<br/>
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I'm the only one you want to spend it with.</p>
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<p>I guess by now<br/>
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you've figured out<br/>
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that nervousness is my base nature,<br/>
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that while consciously I know,<br/>
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it hasn't pierced through all my layers.<br/>
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Hasn't come to reside<br/>
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in my left lung, straining for air,<br/>
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strung up with rope and left to die.</p>
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<p>It's said that Odin sacrificed<br/>
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himself to himself in this way,<br/>
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knowledge the thing that he sought.<br/>
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An alphabet to answer magic,<br/>
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guard rails for creative thought.</p>
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<p>Just as fated is Nidhogg<br/>
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to the roots of Yggdrasil forever gnaw,<br/>
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so I too lurk the underground of Yewiffe,<br/>
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stuck going in circles, unable to leave.<br/>
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This last rune standing at the end of time,<br/>
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a doorway out<br/>
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crossed out<br/>
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with two opposing lines.<br/>
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There's something in my past<br/>
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for which I am wracked with longing,<br/>
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but I can't find it<br/>
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and neither do I know what it is<br/>
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and going down is this ship<br/>
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and the blood<br/>
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in my lungs<br/>
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is pooling<br/>
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where the spear<br/>
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has pierced<br/>
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my side<br/>
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and in my own sorrow sans escape I am drowning.</p>
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<p>"I thought I told you-<br/>
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<i>I thought you knew</i>-<br/>
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that I'd never leave you behind."</p>
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