GOD AND THE CURSE OF SUMMER.

I wonder on which day God decided and then of course SAID the following: there will be no nice summers for scots for as long as those red bearded bastards walk among those mountains of theirs. My guess would be on about three hundred twenty-sixth day. Seems like a fare share of time to take care of other, more important things. For example, befriend Zeus, for He was always envious of Zeus miraculously white and long beard, for God was only a young boy at the time. 

We, mere mortals, always had a hard time comprehending what Time means to gods and how to count the years of gods in the years of Those-Who-Walk-The-Earth. Well, let me tell you a story. 

There was heavenly light, Aether, and Chaos. And there was a silvery cosmic egg which was floating. It was huge and shiny and it wasn't alone for two gods were circling it: Khronos, the god of Time and his consort Ananke, the goddess of inevitability, fate and destiny. And so they split the silvery egg into earth, sea and sky. And so Phanes emerged from the egg. He had a helmet and two beautiful golden wings and he gave birth to the first generation of gods. And these gods gave birth to another generation and so on. And Khronos, who created the world, stepped back and let the young ones to rule and fight. For he is Time - old, wise and uncountable and the only trace of him that is left for us mere mortals to detect is the never ending change of events. And even Time created the world, he as the rest of the gods, do not live on Earth for their time is different and they are immortals.

In conclusion, no one really knows when exactly God said his famous words about red bearded men and their lack of summers from that day forward, but the fact remains.