To Do

Huginn: The thought is father to the deed. But what was done?

Muninn: I remember nothing. Therefore nothing was done.

H: But something was done. The Wanderer wanders again.

M: Nothing is done that escapes my eyes and the intensity of my recording.

H: Then maybe, it is not so much what was done, but who did it.

M: And maybe, it is not so much who did it, but who it was done to.