Bipolar

I believe in the darkness, it’s just a sound
I’m in love with some sadness, it’s just a sound
Amnesia

Thus myth and ritual mutually explain and confirm each other.
The Golden Bough

Mythology is History; expressed by, originating with, and viewed from the perspective of, the right-hemisphere which is at once creative, intuitive, artistic and feminine, of the human-animal brain system.

History, therefore, is Mythology; expressed by, originating with, and viewed from the perspective of, the left-hemisphere which is necessarily and naturally destructive, fatalistic, categorized and masculine, of the human-animal brain system.

Mythology and History each portray only a half, dim perception of life.

When you refuse each individually, and accept both collectively, resting upon the foundation of a mighty bridge which spans the darkened abyssal gap between them, balancing and tying together the two perceived sides of the rotating coin that is your mind…you then see unfolding before the awareness that you have always been, the only true and whole story of this our… Reality.

Ceremonies often die out while myths survive, and thus we are left to infer the dead ceremony from the living myth. If myths are, in a sense, the reflections or shadows of men cast upon the clouds, we may say that these reflections continue to be visible in the sky and to inform us of the doings of the men who cast them, long after the men themselves are not only beyond our range of vision but sunk beneath the horizon.
The Golden Bough