I don’t know how foolish we are as a species, per se, but I’d reckon it’s quite. I was reading the Prose Edda, the first account of Odin’s life.
First of all, he is not a God. He is a mere man. A man with supernatural understanding of the human psyche, I’d assume, given his great success across all the lands.
But that’s not the worst part, y’all.
He’s a TURK.
Do these people look like Swedes to you?
How do I know, you might ask?!
Talk about appropriation. God is disgusted.
These are both in the prologue of the prose Edda. Not to mention how Thor came to be likened to a god: he was quite strong at age 12 and ran off to kill a bunch of “monsters.”
Too bad he couldn’t kill the monster inside his soul, being the murderer he is that killed his foster father and mother.
Odin is said to be THOR’S great-great-great-great-great GRANDSON. (I might not have enough greats in there, the chain is 17 generations long.)
No, it can’t be! It cannot be this way! Except if you read the Prose Edda Prologue, you will see it says the same thing as The Holy Bible:
Hey kids, I think we’re due for another flood, after reading this passage from the start of the Prose Edda. (Or is it just that Snorri Sturleson was exposed to Christianity? Hmm. Except this is supposed to be a direct translation of it all, y’know?)
“One can also see that although Snorri was a Christian, these myths held a great fascination for him.” — Viking Archeaology