On myth

When I was young, I could not tell myth from reality. As an adult, I devoted myself to finding truth, both scientifically and philosophically. Now, as an old man, I return to myth. I lament every myth not recorded throughout history, for it is here that we are closest to truth. Whether it is a myth one resonates with or not does not matter, each has something vital to teach us about reality.

Bearing firewood to market in the morning

Bringing wine back at sunset

Where is my home?

It is in the green woods through the clouds.


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