@rosborne979,
Quote:They should replace the word, "myth" with the word, "bullshit" and resubmit it for consideration. That will more accurately convey the truth of the matter.
It does very well convey the truth about ros. He must imagine, to say such a thing, that he is not a being in the series of beings but the end term of the series. The final perfected outcome.
And that attitude is pagan. It not only has nothing to do with Western culture but is the opposite to it. It represents a conception which is narrow and provincial but it must be said that it is logical and complete. Like a Greek statue in fact. A bodily presence, static, in the here and now, and its horizons limited by the distance it can see. In equilibrium, which is the only outcome, once it found itself. It has an objective point and it is one which anyone is free to choose according to his fancy.
That ros has chosen running on the spot is not for any of us to criticise because unless the objective point of life has been fixed for all by a myth, or a complex mosaic of myths, the complexity being directly proportional to the felt difficulty of managing a few million devious and selfish ruffians and sluts, and getting the best out of them, too many of us might choose running on the spot in the service of the laws of conservation of energy, i.e. ease of the bone, as ros has obviously done, if only because the other stuff gives him a headache, which I must admit it has the capacity to do, and we would then suffer the same fate as the silly sods in ancient Greece, and, indeed, Rome itself with its Capitol Buildings, its far flung empire, its Senate and a running on the spot set of rules, assuming no outside interference, which is what a written constitution causes.
You, dear reverences and worships, are a member of the "too many" if you align yourself with the view of these matters which ros expressed. As such you are the intellectual justification of the idea of the "End of History" and the notion that we are in the "End Times" which are both quite popular theories in some quarters. The mythless body has nowhere else to go it seems to me. It can only respond biologically and thus any variations to running on the spot are only subject to alteration by evolutionary forces which, in a scientific age, has been forecast to produce a larger head than we have now with a prominent swelling at the well receded receding hairline position (the Egg-head symbol) and an Italian mathematical exactness to its general presentation. (That's a Tristram Shandy joke--see n.5 Vol I Chapter XXIII.
When myths are bullshit the biology is all there is. It is logical and complete except insofar as further shapings are subject to evolutionary forces and no longer under the control of a consciousness. Hence somewhat tedious, not unlike that sense of tedium one gets when one dares to look at a horse stood in a field for longer than that sort of glance which only produces the thought that there's a horse stood in a field and the need to inform everyone else of it.
The tedium conjured up in the thought of the unthinkable number of generations of horses standing around for hours on end not even knowing that they are waiting to get hungry, and of all the ones to come. The horse also has no sense of being a being in a series of beings stretching back into the foggy ruins of time where there were no fences facin' and on into the future. That's why horses have no myths.
Only an arrogant philosopher would attempt to describe what a horse is thinking when it is winning the Grand National in a hard fought finish. It's brilliant the way the commentators make it seem as if its chuffed to ****. And its amazing when you can imagine that it is chuffed to **** at having won due to the auto-suggestiveness of the commentator's rhetoric which is a form of pressure on its owners not to shoot it once it slows down and what hounds of hell will be set loose upon them if they should treat a Grand National winner in such a materialistic fashion. The second they can shoot. "Second is nothing!!" the jockey of this year's winner said before the race. And it costs a lot to keep a horse from when it slows down to when it passes away naturally.
How's that for a myth? Even a few horses enjoy the result of a myth. Such a myth, a sanctity about a horse, also ensures a continuation of contributions, usually in wills, to "horse sanctuaries".
I knew a chap who had a pigeon that had won him a lot of money, and a cup, in a 300 mile race through a storm and he was almost glueing it to its perch before it pegged out. He reckoned he owed it parched peas to the value of half the prize money.
I like myths. And, as you can see, I like bull-shitting too.