If you are anything like me, the current social/political reality is playing games with your head. There is always an anxious uncertainty that doesn't allow us any rest and recharge. The selfish actions of our political elites and the slobbering stupidity of the media not only add to our anxiety, but keep our stomachs feeling nauseous. Rather than using hateful violence and adding to the rage, we need to get together and projectile vomit on the idiots causing all of the unrest just to let them know that we consider them more like a bad case of salmonella than anything remotely resembling human beings.
While doing some research as to meaning of myth, I ran across some very illuminating bits of information, the kind that allows a person to put things into focus.
"The sacred (mythic) does not mean exclusively the supernatural or other otherworldly, but simply the extraordinary, the uncommon, both wondrous and terrifying. Profane, therefore, does not mean the sacrilegious, but the simply the ordinary, the common. . . . . . . The sacred is shown whenever something affects an existential situation in important ways -- exciting fear, hope, joy, or awe or displaying pragmatic efficacy. Given the limited conditions in life, the sacred expresses the various meanings arising from these conditions, the powers and fortunes that arrive and withdraw in circumstances involving success and failure, quests and struggles, life and death."
What it means is that far from being a child's story with fantastic creatures, myth is the way that nature reveals itself. The pandemic, the fires, the political bickering, the lying media, and the peaceful but violent social unrest are all part of this great revealing, possibly the most mythic in the entire history of humanity.
It means that the years of pretending that we don't die in the end are over. Those distractions that we pay a massive fortune for to lull us into sleep, are not going to work anymore, and if they still do, then we have a more serious problem.
The massive nature of the calamities that surround us are nature's way of telling us that existential meaning is tired of fighting for a space in our consciousness. It's nature's way of asking, why can we so easily identify the McDonald's arches but don't know a fucking thing about the existential meaning of life? Or, how can we recite LeBron's stats at the drop of the hat, but not know that Marxist thinking is both materialist and atheistic, and therefore lacks any spiritual substance that would make it either meaningful or worthy of discussion?
We can argue in defense of the freedom of expression involved in our culture's efforts to engulf us all in a ocean of debauchery and license, but are completely unable to understand in the least the nature of the arguments that prove that we are being corrupted by our sweet tooth and totally misguided.
This mess we are in now and the extraordinary events that are causing it, compose the Mythic revealing that nature's had enough of our whining and is telling us that we need to pay better attention from now on and need to start making better decisions, to stop buying shit we don't need because we saw it in a Super Bowl commercial that totally interrupted the flow of the game. We had better stop electing narcissistic, greedy, sentient turds to office and figure out where the real leaders are. We need to stop watching commercials period, and put the Madison Avenue people to work cleaning out New York City's sewer system and after that, cleaning the plastic out of the oceans.
Mostly though, we need to find the place where the truth and the sacred is stored within ourselves and learn to keep that place holy, or else we lose that space and fill it full of meaningless shit and one day find that we contain no truth at all.
At which point, we are going to get drug big time.