But, we’ve made it. Here we are.
Myth. This is stuff I know about… kinda.
*reads today’s entry in the book*
Shit. That wasn’t about “myth” at all. It was more about… hmmm… legacy? The illusion of legacy? Yeah… that sounds right. The illusion of legacy.
We polytheist folx have an obsession with “doing things that will be remembered”, things that our children will tell the tales of for generations, deeds so great, or meaningful, that we will live on in memory into the ages.
Time, like Gollum’s riddle, will ultimately get us in the end, and there’s no escaping it.
Is it possible to live fully in the here-and-now when a big part of our consciousness is dedicated to becoming a character of legend? I argue, no… and I’m sure if my answer doesn’t suit your egoic needs, dear reader, there are DOZENS of other pagan and polytheist folx who will happily support your pet theory.
Keep a list before your mind of those who burned with anger and resentment about something, of even the most renowned for success, misfortune, evil deeds, or any special distinction. Then ask yourself, how did that work out?
Smoke and dust, the stuff of simple myth trying to be legend…”
(Marcus Aurelius, Meditations, 12.27)
… it’s our here-and-now.
(See y’all tomorrow)