||[Dec. 10th, 2010|05:24 pm]
a way out of here, by a place in eternity.
I so often find myself confronted and frustrated by this mentality that religious myth is all a fairy-tale invented by something inferior to the rational mind. Why has the word "myth" been taken, in our culture, to indicate a lie? On the contrary, myth is the truth. It is not truth in the literal sense (as in, it is true that I am writing a journal entry right now), but in the eternal and transcendental sense. A myth is an immortal truth. It is a human attempt to present the intangible in a tangible way.
"Truth did not come into the world naked, but it came in types and images. The world will not receive truth in any other way. There is a rebirth and an image of rebirth. It is certainly necessary to be born again through the image."
I feel so like a fish out of water in this strange time, devoid of meaning as it often feels, and my solace lies with writings that are so many thousands of years old...