Looking back at saved notes, this one from 2 years ago Feb 16, ’06. Words from Madeleine L’Engle
Striving towards truth
Myth is, for me, the vehicle of truth. Myth is where you look for
reality. Myth is how God speaks to us. We’re still hung up on the idea
that myth is wrong, that myth is a lie. The only way we have to grope
toward the infinite is through myth. We do not say that myth is the
truth. We say that myth us striving toward truth. We get closer to
truth as we strive through myth to understand that which the human
being cannot comprehend in finite terms. The finite cannot comprehend
the infinite in finite terms, but believe me we try. We make the
infinite finite, and that’s always disastrous. Story does not do that.
Story is open. A story says, “Yes, but what if…?” and “This is
like…” and “This is how I feel now, but my next story might be
Definitions of myth
One of my favorite authors, “anon” says that a myth deals with those
things which never were but always are. For instance, if you look in
great literature, was Ivan Karamazov? Was Hamlet? Was Alice in
Wonderland? I mean, to say that they never were is absolute madness. Of
course they were. They are.
Why we tell stories
Stories make us more alive, more human, more courageous, more loving.
Why does anybody tell a story? It does indeed have something to do with
faith, faith that the universe has meaning, that our little human lives
are not irrelevant, that what we choose or say or do matters, matter
cosmically. It is we humans who either help bring about, or hinder the
coming of the kingdom. We look at the world around us, and it is a
complex world, full of incomprehensible greed, irrationality,
brutality, war, terrorism – but also self-sacrifice, honor, dignity –
and in all of this we look for and usually find, pattern, structure,
meaning. Our truest response to the irrationality of the world is to
paint or sing or write, for only in such response do we find truth.