We spent so much time talking about myth. It seems that practically everything has myth. Perhaps all things are myth and nothing is concrete. Or perhaps stories that were true become myth for us so that we can experience them again in new ways. It’s like history. All the stories we are told do not truly relate to us as we hear them. We turn them into myth and this allows us to see it from afar, and not be actually engaged in it. I do not think this is good though. To be set apart from history, by calling it a story and making it a myth could be the reason history repeats itself. We forget the reality of it, and make it magical and mythical in our minds. And so, when the time comes, we either long for history to repeat itself out of fantasy, or we enable history to repeat itself out of naiveté.
The same happens in Christianity we call it a story… but it is history and truth. But, we forget how truthful it is, and the reality of the truth and so, we lose its beauty and power, and we think we need another savior because we’ve forgotten our first.
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