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exposition.sappho.outofThyme : The flesh of myth is dreams, for what lie in dreams are genealogies, gods, heros, quests, and obstacles of an invisible realm that blows and bends the waking soul to its rule. From the dream of sleeping Vishnu, Brahma, seated on a lotus blossom, rises out of Vishnu's navel and creates Creation, the physical experience. Ponders Chuang-Tzu, the Chinese philosopher, "I dreamt I was a butterfly looking at myself sleeping. But then a thought occured: 'Was the man sleeping, dreaming to be the butterfly or was the butterfly sleeping, dreaming to be the man?' " Are our dreams so elusive? Are our myths, fairy tales, folklore, and religions so fantastic? Or could they constitute a separate world as extant as that of our conscious experience. States Joseph Campbell, "The myth is the public dream and the dream is the private myth." If dreams are individual myths and myths are society's dreams, then to collect and record the individual's dreams would be like presenting an Ovidian tale where the five-sensed world metamorphosed into stories ... into myths from which we can all unearth meaning. But dreams are often crisscrossing whirlwinds of fancies and plays, thoughts and emotions, voices and queries. They can be zephyrs. They can be tornadoes. How does one go about catching the gale? In the sensory world, instruments such as windmills, sails, gliders, and kites have been invented to 'catch' the wind, devices that do not imprison, but rather honor the formidable force whose origins can not be traced. — Of the garments that one can grab before Morphesus, the Greek god of dreams, vanishes, the person can only piece together the raiment. But the garment is always suspect. For the conscious mind's censoring scissors do snip and cut, its needles do add and dovetail according to its reason and rationale. Beware of all revelations, for the truest and most beautiful and detestable utterances come from the monsters of Frankenstein. |
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