The Mythological Mind of the Animal

I read something the other day that I found provocative and enlightening. It was by an academic and author by the name of Harari. He professes that man was not made so powerful and dominated by his bigger brain, his prowess with tools or his capacity to reason...rather by his capacity to imagine and mythologize. When man was able to wrap meaning around sound, coupled with his penchant for storytelling and an efficient voice box, myth for the mass was born.

This skill to weave an imagined world, and have it believed, was a game changing tool as it compounded the will and drove the fate of the believers. ou suspend your own disbelief of this theory, it is not hard to imagine this storytelling beast, giving birth to the Greek and Roman Gods, modern religions or even lend justification to our insatiable desire for movies.

I know I personally believe too easily and, in fact, seem to want to believe. I have seen twenty Al Pacino movies and each time he makes me believe in his character. I think in the wrong hands, given our susceptibility to story and our need to believe, mythologies can steer us wrong. Belief can, and often does, supplant the truth and like any tool, be both sacred and profane.

Would like to tell you a story of beauty found in the earth. A story of red rubies that glow, emeralds of soothing green and blue sapphires like the Yukon sky. And there is a woman made powerful by wrapping these crystalline flowers around her neck. She is after all, a queen and warrior and shares the creative traits and majesty of the earth. Under the stars she shines and under the sun she blooms ... Beauty is Breath.','The Mythological Mind of the Animal'