Myth and myths have always fascinated me. Religions of civilizations no longer around to defend themselves become relegated to myth status. So many common elements in many of these myths.
It’s always made me wonder. We all create our own myths too, if you think about it.
Myths about who we are, about what we’ve done, about where we’ve been. Mostly, I think, we keep these myths to ourselves. They are the fuel of our hearts, souls and imaginations. They are the story we tell ourselves about ourselves.
Even our memories can take the form of myths. Especially shared memories.
We’ll tell each other tales of shared memories. Sometimes there’s even more truth in them than not. It matters not.
The truth is not in the telling, but in the myth. The shared myths, they give us a bond.
~ to be continued, maybe ~