No one is so godlike that he alone knows the true word. All of us gaze into that dark glass in which the dark myth takes shape, adumbrating the invisible truth. That is no country for old men. Caught in that sensual music all neglect Monuments of unageing intellect. The world and the Gods are dead or alive according to the condition of our souls.
Myths are our self-interpretation of our inner selves in relation to the outside world.
They are narrations by which our society is unified. Myths are essential to the process of keeping our souls alive and bringing us new meaning in a difficult and often meaningless world. Such aspects of eternity as beauty, love, great ideas, appear suddenly or gradually in the language of myths. Man positively needs general ideas and convictions that will give a meaning to his life and enable him to find his place in the universe. He can stand the most incredible hardships when he is convinced that they make sense but he is crushed when, on top of all his misfortunes, he has to admit that he is taking part in a 'tale told by an idiot'.