“Shit. They’re real too?” I tried to pay attention to what
Sierra was saying, but the shadows (if that’s what they were)
chasing after us we’re just a bit distracting. “I told you I wasn’t
lying, Aez. None of it was a lie.”
In Greek mythology, Artemis, aka Diana, is the goddess of the moon, chaste and the hunt. She’s pretty awesome and she turned that dude… Ar.. something into a deer because he saw her bathing naked. She also had a thing for Orion and when her twin brother, Apollo, killed him, she put him the sky as a constellation! Woo!
she had a mystical way about her. She had to be, in order to make sense of a world that was constantly interrupted by people wanting to govern her every move and thought. she would retreat in to herself and she needn’t even have to close her eyes. She would see the signs and then she would feel herself transported to a place where she could be where she wanted to be. That’s of course only until she found that her retreat meant she could no longer connect with the real world. She forgot to eat, speak and couldn’t remember how to walk anymore. She just lived in her protected mythology, that brought her great pleasure.
I love when the goddesses come down and visit me in the evenings. They come down from heaven or maybe it’s Olympus and they look so lovely. They have dresses that don’t really recall any era but they are always accompanied by blue smoke that smolders so sweetly it’s hard to believe they can exist on this plane at all. It’s only on Sundays that they do this; it’s their favorite day of the week.
Why is it okay to call someone else’s beliefs myths? Why would you say “Greek Mythology,” “Native American Myths,” when you don’t know-it’s possible they actually believed it. is it okay for me, as an agnostic to say “Christian Myths” because I don’t believe it?
I was reading The Time Traveler’s Wife and, basically, she compares herself to Odysseus’ wife because she has to wait for her husband through long periods of time. Waiting and wondering. Anxious to know whether he’s dead or alive. Is it sad that I wish for a love like that ? Someone I can long for and know that when they do return, they will love me and care for me as much as I do them.
There is no such thing as reality, just mythology. No one can prove we’re actually here, nor the workings of the mind and of our emotions.
Nothing is real.
We still follow mythology. Did the ancient Greeks believe any less that Zues was their god than we do ours? Myth as always been there, a crutch for the fragile human psyche, to explain that which can’t be explained, answer the unanswerable.
Ancient dust carries weight felt only by the minds of those sensitive enough to grasp its importance. Without the myths and fancies of days long past, the future seems bland and unattainable.
I have a street mythology running through the dust. It contains only mysteries of days gone past, blood spilled, and laughter echoed dryly off of concrete. Without a sense of reality, everything seems a little more attainable.
We learned about mythology in 7th grade and again in 9th. But each time we were taught about it, I kept wondering if there are some people out there who still believe in Greek gods and all that?…
sometimes i think the idea of soulmates are just part of mythology and our other half is just riding on the necks of dragons and swimming beneath the ocean blue with beautiful mermaids.
There is no such thing as reality, just mythology. No one can prove we’re actually here, nor the workings of the mind and of our emotions.
Nothing is real.
I actually already wrote one for this, but nobody else had and now I want to see if people have yet. Mythology is pretty awesome though, FYI. Pretty sweet
i love mythology,the superheros the fantastic surreal plotlines,the gods amoungst us….the pure fantasy of believing it all…aah,yes,i love reading the bible
While I always found mythology fascinating, i never believed any of it. That’s why it’s called a myth, right? In college, taking a class on mythology opened my eyes to a world of mermaids and merman, gods and godesses. I found a reason to believe, because if magic could be real, there would be more to the world than money and politics.
Unicorns. When I was five my kindergarten class went around in a circle and we shared what we wanted to be when we grew up. I said I wanted to be a unicorn and everybody told me I couldn’t. I think I can still be one if I tried really hard though.
Mythology is a standard that must be taught to third graders in the state of Indiana. These kids’ brains are opened up to a whole new world of gods and goddesses, heroes and legends.
at least she had on her winter suit.though sliced open in spots,still it was some protection from the wind and cold.’crash!crash!’rumble!how long could-would-she be able to stay hidden without ..well,being killed or dying?wait!there was her belt,not forty yards away.the mythology ray could seal her wounds!quick!she looked around,where did she put that flashlight!?!
Is a place we go when we want to learn the meaning of our craziness. Its what we were doing when we weren’t ourselves, but other ideas, fears, clothes and grains long ago. They did and they recorded and that is who we are.
I know this has something to do with greek spirits and gods, something I should really brush up on, it seems interesting, last time I read about it was when I was 9… It seems a lil pointless however…
According to Greek mythology, human were composed of four arms, four legs, one head and two faces. One day Zeus became jealous of humans and decided to split them into two, leaving them to forever wonder the earth looking for their other half. This is soul mates. This is what i will say to you when i look into you’re eye, moments before we say I do.
It is a strange thing, to think about the past. The stories that arise, passed down from generation to generation, until all one knows is a jumble of words and gestures. Who knows what is true? We can only assume that the thing that is holding the stories together is the belief, the faith and the wonder.
As a child, my head was full of dragons and unicorns, old gods and old magic, knights and wizards and immortal heroes.
I was fascinated by mythology: the stories laced their fingers through the spaces in reality and molded them into a gilded fascination.
Then I grew older, and legends were swallowed up by logic, science and hard facts pervading the corners of my mind where the phoenixes hid.
Have we destroyed that old world? Are the minds of children its only hope?
the first state of awakening of the mind. where our fears are given shape and form and passed between shared minds. A passage of stories that feed us with perceptions deeper.
Hestia sighed, slowly moving the embers around and smiling a little when the fire grew to its normal size. Zeus sat by her and kissed her soft brown hair. “Thank you.”
She tilted her head and smiled at him blankly, but her thoughts were already far away.
Mythology is an amazing thing, simply fantastic, oh the things you can write about, Mythology, Greek, Japanese, Spanish, it is amazing, fantastic, Man I love Mythology, Mostly Greek Mythology.
Mythology has always been my weakness. I love to learn about the Greek Gods and the Roman Gods and the contrasts between the two of them. It’s all quite fascinating, I guess that’s why I wasn’t surprised when I found Zeus sitting in my living room. He had his feet propped up on the coffee table and looked at me like he admired my expression.
Such a fantastic world we live in where so many cultures have such rich mythology. It is just sad to think of all the past religion that have been relegated to “mythology”. Who knows maybe someday Christ will be a myth.
“Shit. They’re real too?” I tried to pay attention to what
Sierra was saying, but the shadows (if that’s what they were)
chasing after us we’re just a bit distracting. “I told you I wasn’t
lying, Aez. None of it was a lie.”
In Greek mythology, Artemis, aka Diana, is the goddess of the moon, chaste and the hunt. She’s pretty awesome and she turned that dude… Ar.. something into a deer because he saw her bathing naked. She also had a thing for Orion and when her twin brother, Apollo, killed him, she put him the sky as a constellation! Woo!
she had a mystical way about her. She had to be, in order to make sense of a world that was constantly interrupted by people wanting to govern her every move and thought. she would retreat in to herself and she needn’t even have to close her eyes. She would see the signs and then she would feel herself transported to a place where she could be where she wanted to be. That’s of course only until she found that her retreat meant she could no longer connect with the real world. She forgot to eat, speak and couldn’t remember how to walk anymore. She just lived in her protected mythology, that brought her great pleasure.
I love when the goddesses come down and visit me in the evenings. They come down from heaven or maybe it’s Olympus and they look so lovely. They have dresses that don’t really recall any era but they are always accompanied by blue smoke that smolders so sweetly it’s hard to believe they can exist on this plane at all. It’s only on Sundays that they do this; it’s their favorite day of the week.
Why is it okay to call someone else’s beliefs myths? Why would you say “Greek Mythology,” “Native American Myths,” when you don’t know-it’s possible they actually believed it. is it okay for me, as an agnostic to say “Christian Myths” because I don’t believe it?
And I was thinking about you today.
I was reading The Time Traveler’s Wife and, basically, she compares herself to Odysseus’ wife because she has to wait for her husband through long periods of time. Waiting and wondering. Anxious to know whether he’s dead or alive. Is it sad that I wish for a love like that ? Someone I can long for and know that when they do return, they will love me and care for me as much as I do them.
There is no such thing as reality, just mythology. No one can prove we’re actually here, nor the workings of the mind and of our emotions.
Nothing is real.
We still follow mythology. Did the ancient Greeks believe any less that Zues was their god than we do ours? Myth as always been there, a crutch for the fragile human psyche, to explain that which can’t be explained, answer the unanswerable.
Ancient dust carries weight felt only by the minds of those sensitive enough to grasp its importance. Without the myths and fancies of days long past, the future seems bland and unattainable.
Nothing can be proven on this earth.
Nothing is real is my life.
Everything is just a myth.
Do that mean my reality is just simply mythology?
I have a street mythology running through the dust. It contains only mysteries of days gone past, blood spilled, and laughter echoed dryly off of concrete. Without a sense of reality, everything seems a little more attainable.
We learned about mythology in 7th grade and again in 9th. But each time we were taught about it, I kept wondering if there are some people out there who still believe in Greek gods and all that?…
sometimes i think the idea of soulmates are just part of mythology and our other half is just riding on the necks of dragons and swimming beneath the ocean blue with beautiful mermaids.
There is no such thing as reality, just mythology. No one can prove we’re actually here, nor the workings of the mind and of our emotions.
Nothing is real.
I took Mythology last term. My teacher was distractingly (if that’s a word…) attractive.
I actually already wrote one for this, but nobody else had and now I want to see if people have yet. Mythology is pretty awesome though, FYI. Pretty sweet
i love mythology,the superheros the fantastic surreal plotlines,the gods amoungst us….the pure fantasy of believing it all…aah,yes,i love reading the bible
While I always found mythology fascinating, i never believed any of it. That’s why it’s called a myth, right? In college, taking a class on mythology opened my eyes to a world of mermaids and merman, gods and godesses. I found a reason to believe, because if magic could be real, there would be more to the world than money and politics.
Unicorns. When I was five my kindergarten class went around in a circle and we shared what we wanted to be when we grew up. I said I wanted to be a unicorn and everybody told me I couldn’t. I think I can still be one if I tried really hard though.
Mythology is a standard that must be taught to third graders in the state of Indiana. These kids’ brains are opened up to a whole new world of gods and goddesses, heroes and legends.
Once time I was told that every myth had some truth in it. Then I heard a myth about a blind woman who worked hard.
at least she had on her winter suit.though sliced open in spots,still it was some protection from the wind and cold.’crash!crash!’rumble!how long could-would-she be able to stay hidden without ..well,being killed or dying?wait!there was her belt,not forty yards away.the mythology ray could seal her wounds!quick!she looked around,where did she put that flashlight!?!
Is a place we go when we want to learn the meaning of our craziness. Its what we were doing when we weren’t ourselves, but other ideas, fears, clothes and grains long ago. They did and they recorded and that is who we are.
I know this has something to do with greek spirits and gods, something I should really brush up on, it seems interesting, last time I read about it was when I was 9… It seems a lil pointless however…
According to Greek mythology, human were composed of four arms, four legs, one head and two faces. One day Zeus became jealous of humans and decided to split them into two, leaving them to forever wonder the earth looking for their other half. This is soul mates. This is what i will say to you when i look into you’re eye, moments before we say I do.
It is a strange thing, to think about the past. The stories that arise, passed down from generation to generation, until all one knows is a jumble of words and gestures. Who knows what is true? We can only assume that the thing that is holding the stories together is the belief, the faith and the wonder.
crap. nerds read it alot. dragons? percy jackson. nerd. punks. kids with glasses. ugly. weirdos. imma bad person. sorry :/ uhhhhhmmmm. reading?
boring? yes.
mysterious mindful mystifying marvelous and magnificent
i dont care
As a child, my head was full of dragons and unicorns, old gods and old magic, knights and wizards and immortal heroes.
I was fascinated by mythology: the stories laced their fingers through the spaces in reality and molded them into a gilded fascination.
Then I grew older, and legends were swallowed up by logic, science and hard facts pervading the corners of my mind where the phoenixes hid.
Have we destroyed that old world? Are the minds of children its only hope?
the first state of awakening of the mind. where our fears are given shape and form and passed between shared minds. A passage of stories that feed us with perceptions deeper.
Hestia sighed, slowly moving the embers around and smiling a little when the fire grew to its normal size. Zeus sat by her and kissed her soft brown hair. “Thank you.”
She tilted her head and smiled at him blankly, but her thoughts were already far away.
Christianity. False delusions. Legends. Norse. Lies. Lack of true knowledge. Prophecy. Stories made up to explain phenomenon. Unknown quantity. Greek. Creation explanation. Creative design. Untruths. Falsify. Stories.
Mythology is an amazing thing, simply fantastic, oh the things you can write about, Mythology, Greek, Japanese, Spanish, it is amazing, fantastic, Man I love Mythology, Mostly Greek Mythology.
mythology. oh mythology. you a are best. judith bushko teaches you. the adventures of ulysses. fun.
hi gianna!!!!!!!
Mythology has always been my weakness. I love to learn about the Greek Gods and the Roman Gods and the contrasts between the two of them. It’s all quite fascinating, I guess that’s why I wasn’t surprised when I found Zeus sitting in my living room. He had his feet propped up on the coffee table and looked at me like he admired my expression.
The myth of faith and the truth of hope, all comes to naught, that is humanity
Such a fantastic world we live in where so many cultures have such rich mythology. It is just sad to think of all the past religion that have been relegated to “mythology”. Who knows maybe someday Christ will be a myth.
I used to pretend to be Athena and run around with a sword. I pretended my dogs were horses and that they’d pull me around in my magical chariot.