A man hung on the Tree of Worlds
for nine days and nine nights
as Wotan hung there before him.
He wanted to find the primordial source.
He wanted to throw out his second eye
He wanted to see, really see.
His focus was strong,
his patience great,
his ego small and
his love infinite
like the universe itself.
— Finally he was able to hear the quiet bird call within him.
Primal Cypher