The important thing is always to learn. It doesn't matter what you're reading, what you're doing, as long as you're learning. Life is made up of stories, so always make sure to take stock of everything around you, and anything interesting that happens. It may someday make for a good story. But if it doesn't, it was still a learning experience. So go out, learn, live, and make a story worth telling.
In the beginning, the world existed. There was no big bang, there was no Genesis. The world existed, just as it always had. Into this world there spilled souls, countless of them, with more being created every day. There were souls in all living creatures: the mammals, the fish, the birds, the humans. There were also gods. They were souls, just like any other, but they were different as well. They knew how to decide things. And without knowing it, they decided to watch over each soul that went through to the world, and to occasionally choose ones they liked. Each god chose their “favorites” and helped them out more than the other souls. The favorites, the gods’ own, as they were called, were not picked because they worshiped more, or because they were more beautiful, or more dutiful, or anything as mortal as that. They were chosen because, to that particular god, the soul shone, more-so than any of the others. It was almost as if they were picked before they were picked.
During this time, before time really had a meaning, the gods all existed at once. The ones that would not be worshiped until far later were there just as much as the ones who had many followers already. Just as the world always had existed, so would the gods. There was no beginning, as there will be no end. There is only ever a new chapter, a new place, a new time.
And through the gods passed many, many souls. Occasionally, a god would choose one of their Chosen, and would keep them around for a bit longer than the other souls. Such as happened with one nymph. She was a soul still, still in her purest form, but she would go on to be a nymph one day, among other things. The goddess of love, Aphrodite as the Greeks would eventually call her, chose this particular soul. She shone with the light of love; not just the light of romantic love, but the light of platonic love, of familial love, of every type of love there ever was and ever will be. And thus she became one of Aphrodite’s Own. But she was not just love. She had the soul of a trickster as well. She enjoyed playing games, making enjoyment out of everything. She was cunning, quick witted, and quite amusing to the god who would some day be called Loki. So, even though it was not usually done, he claimed the soul as well. So now this would-be nymph was Loki’s Own, as well.
Through each lifetime that the soul went through, she was equal parts of her two deities. She was the playful lover, the amusing friend. She loved passionately, and with all her being, and she led some of the most interesting lives she could come up with. She was equal parts love and play, but within her, it worked perfectly.
And so it will be for all time.
