When I first learned this story about Baldur I accepted the surface reading that #Loki had committed some horrible crime, and deserved what they got for killing the beautiful, luminous Baldur. Even now I feel an echo of the same wave of longing, of "Joy", that C. S. Lewis described feeling upon encountering these lines of Longfellow's poetry (https://apilgriminnarnia.com/2014/11/26/baldar/):
I heard a voice that cried,
Balder the beautiful
Is dead, is dead——
Lewis's experiences of "Joy" led him to become a Christian, while my own led me to become a chaos witch...possibly because I now don't think Loki's to blame for Baldur?
