“High in the North in a land called Svithjod there is a mountain. It is a hundred miles long and a hundred miles high and once every thousand years a little bird comes to this mountain to sharpen its beak. When the mountain has thus been worn away a single day of eternity will have passed.”
Careful, immortality is no laughing matter.
People don’t grasp immortality and infinite time.
“High in the North in a land called Svithjod there is a mountain. It is a hundred miles long and a hundred miles high and once every thousand years a little bird comes to this mountain to sharpen its beak. When the mountain has thus been worn away a single day of eternity will have passed.”
Hendrik Willem Van Loon, The Story of Mankind
yeah, but I could watch villagers and other enslaved mobs suffer for that time.
Man that’s one old bird