Years of our visions and longings are precipitated and crystallized into the mythic body. And then, to underline it, as the carriage moves, Mother Teresa dies. The new myth had taken. The world heart had opened and made itself vulnerable to change. Myth runs things and we saw myth in the making.
Myth is the disc operating system of humanity.
It's the abstract which is more real than the specifics it controls. We choose it from our most deeply held feelings and we annoint ourselves with it. In civilizations, until now, it has always been shaped by kings, priests and warriors and handed out to us in great rituals, coronations and battles. But this time we made it. We stood there in parks and streets and inside the great tv world nervous system and, with ease and grace, took the power to ourselves.