We swim in a sea of myth. Like fish in an ocean, we may not realize we are surrounded by this water. Though it encompasses us, we take it as a given and do not look beyond its bounds. Myth is our ocean in which we swim.
Exile and return is a major theme, especially in the Bodhisattva myth, the Cosmic Hero(ine) myth. To be an enlightened being one must embark on a journey of lost and found. Dangers lurk. One may become eternally lost, in a side pocket of existence, an inflamed appendix. But it may only seem like eternity. Eventually all is recycled (an essential aspect of the Bodhisattva myth).
Myth is story. Story is real. Myth is real. So do not get all huffy when I tell you that what you believe is myth. I am not saying it is unreal. I am saying it is as real as and more real than a peanut butter sandwich. Myth is story that persists, that comes to us across time and space, beyond time and space (both of which are also mythical elements).
We live in myth, in myth story, in mythtery. We are mythic beings.
Exile and return is a major theme, especially in the Bodhisattva myth, the Cosmic Hero(ine) myth. To be an enlightened being one must embark on a journey of lost and found. Dangers lurk. One may become eternally lost, in a side pocket of existence, an inflamed appendix. But it may only seem like eternity. Eventually all is recycled (an essential aspect of the Bodhisattva myth).
Myth is story. Story is real. Myth is real. So do not get all huffy when I tell you that what you believe is myth. I am not saying it is unreal. I am saying it is as real as and more real than a peanut butter sandwich. Myth is story that persists, that comes to us across time and space, beyond time and space (both of which are also mythical elements).
We live in myth, in myth story, in mythtery. We are mythic beings.
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