After a comment Mim made the other night to me...

Nine days hung He there, and nine nights also,
Himself consecrated to Himself, from the World-Tree,
A squirrel sat on one shoulder and a raven on the other,
and they whispered to Him in his agonies.
And on the morning of the tenth day, as the wolf-light faded
and the sun rose to stroke His face, he said
"Hold on... what the fuck was I thinking?"
And so He was enlightened, and got down from the damn tree.