Traditional meaning: riding
Meanings when upright:
Meanings when inverted:
Raido can be useful for:
Anglo-Saxon rune poem:
Rad byþ on recyde rinca gehwylcum
sefte ond swiþhwæt, ðamðe sitteþ on ufan
meare mægenheardum ofer milpaþas.
Riding seems easy to every warrior while he is indoors
and very courageous to him who traverses the high-roads
on the back of a stout horse.
Norwegian rune poem:
Ræið kveða rossom væsta;
Reginn sló sværðet bæzta.
Riding is said to be the worst thing for horses;
Reginn forged the finest sword.
A modern poem:
I promised Luce as she sat up on high
that I would make it out of this house alive,
but it's been nearly four years since
the hasty impassioned words spilled from my lips
and I am no closer to keeping it.
I was too inexperienced, not yet downtrod
to forsee the beginning of the Eschaton:
governments imploding, prices the opposite,
men I will never gaze upon my rights rescind.
This room I once viewed as an unbarred jail cell
has become a cocoon, a safe place from hell,
and although I've supped on the sweet taste of wages
there's no way I could these days survive by myself.
It's not much of a choice if one bades me decide:
"Run for it and perish, or stay here and die."
Embed myself in a world I'm unequipped for
and die on the streets forgotten and unmoored,
or bury myself deeper in bedsheets every day
until compost sets in and I begin to decay.
I'm not sure that I have to make a choice,
today, tomorrow, next week, month, ever.
I could treat it like every other problem
I have: ignore it as it gradually gets worse
and try to live best I can in the meantime.
But where to steer the boat if I did take the helm?
Where to maraude that won't leave me devoid
of this world in my body, murky depths of the sea
no person can map and certainly not I?
It's been so long since I started drowning
that my neck grew gills and I learned how to breathe.