When I was earning my BA in English Lit, I had a particular fascination with mythology and Carl Jung’s theories of archetypes. It came together for me after I read Joseph Campbell’s The Power of Myth.
It connected and compared many of the world stories from different cultures. He was extremely interested in the Egyptian myths and how they influenced modern day spirituality.
If wishes were horses, I would have continued studying myths and how they connect to the human mind. I was extremely fascinated about how the brain worked. After all it is chemical, electrical, and organic. It has a physical structure, but it also needs an operating system.
We live in a world that just doesn’t make sense most of the time. Why do certain people get cancer? When others who do the same exact things–don’t? Why are we born here instead of a mud shack with five other families. So we tell each other stories. We become the heroes of our own stories.
I believe stories help us operate in an uncaring world. A world of laws needs us to add the mercy. If you watch the wild, it is truly “tooth and nail.” It is survival at its most basic. So as a group we developed myths to ease our minds. We need to believe that we have a purpose beyond food and shelter. I think if we didn’t have these stories we would be insane.
I do believe that certain stories and myths can cause insanity.
But I wasn’t meant to study myths and stories. Funny that. I made a great academic when my brain was working properly. Still what I studied in those few years have stayed with me. Something else I would never have learned in a dusty library. People are not just meat and words. They have something else that makes them more–
Sit down near my campfire. We will roast hotdogs and marshmallows. Let’s tell stories.