I was never really interested in mythology. I remember when Josh did a presentation on it in sixth grade and I thought it was the most boring thing ever. Now I’ve come to appreciate it, if only in small doses. How about Ariadne, who builds the dreams in Inception? The same Ariadne who builds mazes in Greek mythology?
Its only real because we have come to a mutual agreement that this is the way things are. If we decide we can create whatever reality we desire. That starts first with break through what we think we want and figuring out what we, the real me and you, actually needs.
Mythology, one of those great things to where it falls under the same as religion. As far as the bible goes, it falls under the same catagory as David vs Goliath or Perseus vs. Medusa.
“I am a myth.” She told him. “Nothing more and nothing less. Part of mythology in every way. A myth in the same sense that the normal person is an urban legend. Everyone talks about them but no one has ever seen one.”
Taken back in imagination to what was once done, and the significance it plays on my life now, can be reassuring, can wrap me safely in the semblance of a net that says, “see, there is metaphorical value in what others did before.” But really, isn’t that my own interpretation of what I want in my own life, and now I’ve attached someone else’s etcha-sketch images to my life?
I read this book years ago cover to cover about Greek Gods, Demigods and Demons. It was actually a thrilling read although it was written as an encyclopedia. I find it vastly interesting that there are other religions where gods are not perfect although they are still historical in nature to the time period.
I was a student of mythology when I was in middle school. My friend Alice and I read everything we could get our hands on. My favorite to this day is the tale of Persephone and her abduction into the Underworld—why we have Winter and Spring. I love pomegranites because of it.
There was little to be said for the myths of old, except that they were gone. But when he looked at her like that, she believed Cupid was still floating around somewhere. Maybe those ancient heroes weren’t all phonies.
when i was a child, i would look through books about Aphrodite and Odin everyday, cut the most beautiful pages and tell my ma i had written them myself. she would only smile and listen, as she would watch Hephaestus shout: “she’s lying” and she’d go back to work. i always thought i fooled her.
but, deep inside me, i knew Loki was floating above my head, telling everyone the truth.
the dragon was there with the people below. but then came thor and he came down in a reign of thunder with lightening and stars shooting across the sky. people cried. the dragon flew. thor was there victorious. that ws the myth anyway.
Aimlessly, she wandered through the trees, stepping carefully through thickets and peaking around curiously and carefully. Somewhere, he was here. She knew he was here. Suddenly, she saw him; he was like a fish flopping around on the grass, except completely still.
let me take you somewhere, my boy
but where? theres no where in these hills i’ve yet to go sir.
no, this is someplace not found in those hills
where is it then?
it’s in the air. it’s in the atmosphere. it’s a myth and the truth all at once.
it’s magic realism back when no body knew what that was.
and it’s yours to keep. so let’s go.
Mythology is what he had called it, softly, in the back of her ear, though she couldn’t think why. There were so many other words that could be used for what they were doing; something that didn’t sound like it belonged in a classroom would have been good. Still, that’s what he wanted to call it, and that’s the word they would use.
Large and bearded and white and magic. With a fork for the ocean. Who ever ate ocean? And if you could eat it, you’d drink it. And if you drunk it, surely you’d need a spoon… or a straw?
Mythology….. reminds me of dragons. Dragons are pretty awesome.
But it also reminds me of like ancient greek gods…. What made those people back then believe in such strange things? I, being a strong believer in Jesus Christ, think that greek gods seem pretty silly…. But i guess we werent alive back then, and they probably had their reasons for believing in their gods. It would be so cool to travel back in time. Or travel into, like, a mythical story book… Like take Harry Potter for example…. I wonder if a world like that would even be able to exist, or with the cruelity in the world, would everyone just kill the people that they hated with a simple spell? It sounds like a great life when you watch the movies…. but I think that in reality, it would be a disaster.
What the old man said stuck in the far reaches of her memory for the rest of her life. “Gods are real; the myths you’ve heard in books, in your history classes, they’ve actually happened.”
She felt liberated. It was so good to know that there was a world beyond the one she had grown tired of so long ago.
nordic myths. like loki. but how do we know what is a myth and what is reality? everything we believe may, in the future, be considered a mere myth. how do we know that myths are in fact myths? GHOSTBUSTERS!!!
The lamp shade lay tattered on the floor. The lamp itself sleeping on its side as the light flickered in and out of life. She cursed the gods that made her her, and closed the slits that had once been eyes.
Is it a myth or not………………..that is the question – what might be a myth to one culture is fact in another. Does myth play a big part in culture or does culture play a big part in mythology?
A tribal farce leading to endless stories. Weaving in and out, these tales circumvent our perception of reality to bring us to a place far beyond what could be conceptualized. We draw from them our true morals, and they draw from us a willful sub-ordinance to their goals.
Mythology is the DNA of storytelling. It is an expression of the collective unconscious. It is a primary clue to what makes us human. It is true in a way that science and “the facts” cannot be. I’m trying to think of some funny way to end this and can’t in time…..eeek!
They say that when you have lunch with the Sphinx you should never look it in the eye. This is a particularly grueling task for our waiter, who of course doesn’t want to be rude, as his tips depend on courteous service.
“And for you, uh, sir, lion, ma’am, er . . . Sphinx? To drink?”
“What is sweet and brown and smooth goes down?”
“So sweet tea for you,” says our waiter, scribbling nervously into his pad. “And for you, sir?” he asks me.
“The same,” I say, waving him off for his own good.
The secrets and dreams of lost worlds, written by those too long forgotten by the modern world. Without a voice, we mock their beliefs and make up our own. We are the myths of the future. Christ and Buddha on Olympus.
My daughter would love this one – she spent a year in Greece and came home full of ancient tales to delight and frighten her nephew. I just wish I could remember them better – so many stories, such a feeble memory!
When I think of ‘one word’, I think of a teacher or workshop leader asking for one word that describes this or that, a person or myself. I can never think of one word that puts all of that together, that is sufficient. I guess it’s because I’m a wordy person. Asked to describe a meal and I’m off to the races. Same with a movie or a book.
mythology is something we all want to believe in but are still skeptical about the auhtenticity nd the value of the same. It does give us an insight into our past but where we fail to draw the line between stories and observations backed by science
Wie kann man einen Mythos lernen? oder lehren? Vielleicht wie Myuthen entstehen. Möchten Sie einen Mythos gehen Sie so vor… Ich würde gern erst mal das normale Leben lernen udn dann den Mythos ;-)
I was never really interested in mythology. I remember when Josh did a presentation on it in sixth grade and I thought it was the most boring thing ever. Now I’ve come to appreciate it, if only in small doses. How about Ariadne, who builds the dreams in Inception? The same Ariadne who builds mazes in Greek mythology?
Its only real because we have come to a mutual agreement that this is the way things are. If we decide we can create whatever reality we desire. That starts first with break through what we think we want and figuring out what we, the real me and you, actually needs.
something we create around ourselves around everything, everything we believe about others and ourselves
this is a boring word. I don’t know what to write about it.
Mythology, one of those great things to where it falls under the same as religion. As far as the bible goes, it falls under the same catagory as David vs Goliath or Perseus vs. Medusa.
MTHOLOGY IS GREAT . ILLIAD AND ODDYSEY MY FAVORITES.METEMORPHISIS OF OVID ALSO GREAT.
miming the secrets, packing them into shadows, and sealing them with jade and gold – you are.
“I am a myth.” She told him. “Nothing more and nothing less. Part of mythology in every way. A myth in the same sense that the normal person is an urban legend. Everyone talks about them but no one has ever seen one.”
Taken back in imagination to what was once done, and the significance it plays on my life now, can be reassuring, can wrap me safely in the semblance of a net that says, “see, there is metaphorical value in what others did before.” But really, isn’t that my own interpretation of what I want in my own life, and now I’ve attached someone else’s etcha-sketch images to my life?
I read this book years ago cover to cover about Greek Gods, Demigods and Demons. It was actually a thrilling read although it was written as an encyclopedia. I find it vastly interesting that there are other religions where gods are not perfect although they are still historical in nature to the time period.
I was a student of mythology when I was in middle school. My friend Alice and I read everything we could get our hands on. My favorite to this day is the tale of Persephone and her abduction into the Underworld—why we have Winter and Spring. I love pomegranites because of it.
There was little to be said for the myths of old, except that they were gone. But when he looked at her like that, she believed Cupid was still floating around somewhere. Maybe those ancient heroes weren’t all phonies.
when i was a child, i would look through books about Aphrodite and Odin everyday, cut the most beautiful pages and tell my ma i had written them myself. she would only smile and listen, as she would watch Hephaestus shout: “she’s lying” and she’d go back to work. i always thought i fooled her.
but, deep inside me, i knew Loki was floating above my head, telling everyone the truth.
the dragon was there with the people below. but then came thor and he came down in a reign of thunder with lightening and stars shooting across the sky. people cried. the dragon flew. thor was there victorious. that ws the myth anyway.
Aimlessly, she wandered through the trees, stepping carefully through thickets and peaking around curiously and carefully. Somewhere, he was here. She knew he was here. Suddenly, she saw him; he was like a fish flopping around on the grass, except completely still.
let me take you somewhere, my boy
but where? theres no where in these hills i’ve yet to go sir.
no, this is someplace not found in those hills
where is it then?
it’s in the air. it’s in the atmosphere. it’s a myth and the truth all at once.
it’s magic realism back when no body knew what that was.
and it’s yours to keep. so let’s go.
Mythology is what he had called it, softly, in the back of her ear, though she couldn’t think why. There were so many other words that could be used for what they were doing; something that didn’t sound like it belonged in a classroom would have been good. Still, that’s what he wanted to call it, and that’s the word they would use.
Large and bearded and white and magic. With a fork for the ocean. Who ever ate ocean? And if you could eat it, you’d drink it. And if you drunk it, surely you’d need a spoon… or a straw?
Mythology….. reminds me of dragons. Dragons are pretty awesome.
But it also reminds me of like ancient greek gods…. What made those people back then believe in such strange things? I, being a strong believer in Jesus Christ, think that greek gods seem pretty silly…. But i guess we werent alive back then, and they probably had their reasons for believing in their gods. It would be so cool to travel back in time. Or travel into, like, a mythical story book… Like take Harry Potter for example…. I wonder if a world like that would even be able to exist, or with the cruelity in the world, would everyone just kill the people that they hated with a simple spell? It sounds like a great life when you watch the movies…. but I think that in reality, it would be a disaster.
What the old man said stuck in the far reaches of her memory for the rest of her life. “Gods are real; the myths you’ve heard in books, in your history classes, they’ve actually happened.”
She felt liberated. It was so good to know that there was a world beyond the one she had grown tired of so long ago.
myths like Zeus and Thor kept me up with a flashlight at night. I turned the pages, lost in faraway worlds. I wasn’t in Ct. I wasn’t in the suburbs.
nordic myths. like loki. but how do we know what is a myth and what is reality? everything we believe may, in the future, be considered a mere myth. how do we know that myths are in fact myths? GHOSTBUSTERS!!!
The lamp shade lay tattered on the floor. The lamp itself sleeping on its side as the light flickered in and out of life. She cursed the gods that made her her, and closed the slits that had once been eyes.
Is it a myth or not………………..that is the question – what might be a myth to one culture is fact in another. Does myth play a big part in culture or does culture play a big part in mythology?
A tribal farce leading to endless stories. Weaving in and out, these tales circumvent our perception of reality to bring us to a place far beyond what could be conceptualized. We draw from them our true morals, and they draw from us a willful sub-ordinance to their goals.
Mythology is the DNA of storytelling. It is an expression of the collective unconscious. It is a primary clue to what makes us human. It is true in a way that science and “the facts” cannot be. I’m trying to think of some funny way to end this and can’t in time…..eeek!
I really do not have much of an opinion or thought about mythology. I think mythology was a rather cool way of looking at the world around us.
They say that when you have lunch with the Sphinx you should never look it in the eye. This is a particularly grueling task for our waiter, who of course doesn’t want to be rude, as his tips depend on courteous service.
“And for you, uh, sir, lion, ma’am, er . . . Sphinx? To drink?”
“What is sweet and brown and smooth goes down?”
“So sweet tea for you,” says our waiter, scribbling nervously into his pad. “And for you, sir?” he asks me.
“The same,” I say, waving him off for his own good.
The secrets and dreams of lost worlds, written by those too long forgotten by the modern world. Without a voice, we mock their beliefs and make up our own. We are the myths of the future. Christ and Buddha on Olympus.
ancient
greek
tales
myths
facinating
heors and villians
stories
historic
futuristic
angels
demons
vampires
fairies
Your love for me
belongs to lovers mythology
that supposed never ending love.
an unscientific explanation of happenings in nature
Love this word…it speaks to me of mystical, magical things…of creativity and imagination…of things of interest to me.
Studying mythology is like studying astronomy. It’s iffy.
My daughter would love this one – she spent a year in Greece and came home full of ancient tales to delight and frighten her nephew. I just wish I could remember them better – so many stories, such a feeble memory!
When I think of ‘one word’, I think of a teacher or workshop leader asking for one word that describes this or that, a person or myself. I can never think of one word that puts all of that together, that is sufficient. I guess it’s because I’m a wordy person. Asked to describe a meal and I’m off to the races. Same with a movie or a book.
is a system of erroneous beliefs based on an over emphasized regard for corporal bodies and forms that reoccur in dreams
mythology is some sort of myth. that means some sort of story from past and history. so, there are many mythology know .
mythology is something we all want to believe in but are still skeptical about the auhtenticity nd the value of the same. It does give us an insight into our past but where we fail to draw the line between stories and observations backed by science
Wie kann man einen Mythos lernen? oder lehren? Vielleicht wie Myuthen entstehen. Möchten Sie einen Mythos gehen Sie so vor… Ich würde gern erst mal das normale Leben lernen udn dann den Mythos ;-)