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Human beings are deceitful and ugly, Trolls grand, noble and beautiful. Humans are uninteresting. Trolls remarkable in every way. Humans unjust, Trolls seated on the fairest, though most stern, seat of judgment. Humans are a fugitive race, Trolls glimmer in revered colours. In the twinkling of an eye a Troll brings joy to his fellows, but a human turns the tables on his enemy, subdues him and makes his blood sprinkle the world of wretched humans. Trolls follow a course which gives off the radiance of the early spring sun, humans have a shadowy path that leads to their being forsaken of all beings and utterly lost. Trolls once upon a time visited the humans, and offered them sweet gifts, but humans bastardized everything, betrayed their own mothers, turned against the trolls, stole and eat troll babies in a raw wind by the crackle of their horrifying human nature. Be warned humans! Be warned!

I have a suspicion that most Trolls are Atheists or at least immoral, more or less! They are in fact trolling which doesn't come across as honourable. So Trolls aren't honourable?

Humans eat the young of trolls, and call it a healthy dinner. No wonder trolls profoundly despise the great human called Christ, the one who orders them to kill troll young in droves in order to fulfill their fate, to let be known the love of all that exists. All that they have dominion over. Once, when a troll was guest of a human, he heard tell of this extraordinary thing you humans have long called honor. A kind of make believe which fires the human soul, the vicious human society burns out its being in this war-like myth, and in this mood it towers over its barbaric enemies that it furiously scourges, and, at length, slaughters.

All the same, trolls find the human talk of atheists and believers utterly alien. Trolls are lovers of no such ideas, indeed, they never think of them, they love better rivers and beautiful spring skies. The scent in the wind near the sea draws trolls to lose themselves in the shadow of the Milky Way, itself a land with no symbols.