If
there is only one thing I can take away from this class it is I new
understanding of an old truth; endings and never fun. Many of us don’t enjoy
the end of the book or of a story, the emptiness that consumes us when we turn
the last page and read the final line. Myths are our way to try to continue the
story; they give us a prolog for what happens after this world and they give us
a history that makes the present a continuation of a past never ending. Even
when a myth has a ending we find a way to keep it alive for us today,
reinterpreting it to fit our daily lives in hopes that the story doesn’t have
to end.
From the Bible
to Arabian Nights, it feels like myths are a way to make every day part of the
present. The past is one continues end, full of people we have forgotten, a
club we will soon join. Every day of our lives will be forgotten in history, no
one will remember our accomplishments. The greatest moments of our lives will
inevitably fade into room temperature blandness, existence of the past in a constant
reminder that we too will suffer their fate. Myth is the key to locking this
horrible fate away from us. In myth we remember the past in all of its detail,
we refuse to forget all the details of Heracles life, we immortalize his every
accomplishment. This gives us the glimmer of a radiant future beyond this life
for even if we are doomed to die, then we at least live on in the myths of all
who hear them! The stories that should have ended long ago are ever alive today
because of myth. Myth is the armor that stays off the cold pain of oblivion.
Myth is also our
key to dodging the inevitable end of everything. While some might say that myth
gives us an end when we don’t know there is one (it was only in myth that said
the world and the entire universe would have an end rather than live on
forever), myth only gives us a continuation after the ending. Many myths
predict an end of times, a day when all life will end and everything will fade
into nothingness, but they give us a hope that it won’t actually be the end.
Myth often calls the end a ‘Revelation’ a tearing away of the vale. Myth has
done what mankind has wanted to do since the very beginning of its existence,
eliminate the end. Myth has made the end non-existent. Our myths have changed
what used to be a frightful (and possibly painful) ending into something polar
opposite, a brand new beginning. At the end of times there will be a
‘Revelation,’ a great new wave of truth that was hidden from us all along will
be revealed and it will change us for the better.
Myth very well
be mans greatest achievement, with it we have simultaneously eliminated the
voiceless and empty past, and the dark dismal future. Myth has eradicated the
past by making it ever present. We remember events long ago because of myth,
and these stories shape our everyday life. At the same time myth has defeated
the unknown future of room temperature, by making it radiant and full of life.
That, any way is
what I have learned.
But maybe, just
maybe, I’m completely wrong about all of this. Maybe eliminating the end isn’t
the greatest accomplishment of myth. Maybe it’s the question myth leads to that
makes us gravitate towards myth. If myth is ‘the president behind every
action,’ this leaves far more myth unknown than known. Could it be that when
myth truly succeeds is when it leaves us wanting more? This what endings do,
they leave us wanting more; we want to know what happens to Harry Potter as an
adult, we want to know how Hazel Grace gets by, we want to know how Eragon
trains new Dragon Riders, we want to know how Edmond Dantès spends the rest of
his life. These ending leave us wanting more, but wanting more is what carries
the story on and makes it a timeless tail.
Maybe this is
why myth is so great. Maybe it’s because it fills us and leaves us wanting
more, so much that we relentlessly pursue it and let it inspire us. Myth is
just like the girl who leaves every night telling us that she’ll finish the
story tomorrow. We are forced to let myth live because we want to hear how the
story ends, we want a nice little bow that wraps everything up and yet at the
exact same moment we don’t want it to end. We continue the myth so the story
doesn’t have to end, when the story ends, so does the excitement and joy the
story brings. When the story ends we are forced to go back to our dull and
boring present. Maybe the goal of a good myth isn’t the destruction of an
ending, but the perpetual promise of ending that will, allegedly, come if we
continue with the story long enough.
This is why Dr.
Sexton doesn’t open the gift from the mysterious neighbor, for as soon as the
gift is opened, the story is over. The magical, life changing flight becomes
just another flight with no significance or special meaning. Leaving the gift
unwrapped perpetuates the story for as long as he wants, for as long as he
needs it to go on. And this is what myth does for us it gives us something to
hold on to and something to reach for. Our myths make the present less mundane
and dreary; every day becomes exciting and wonderful because it is part of a
story that doesn’t end.
So maybe myth
brings about the destruction of endings, or maybe it forces us to look for one
that is always out of reach, and maybe we’ll never know the difference.
Whatever myth is it will forever capture us in its snare, make us its prisoner,
and make us happy to stay there.
Endings are
scary, they force us to move on from the present, abandon the past, and realize
that there is no future. Myth beautifully embarrasses the end and makes it
something mystifying, something to study, adore, fear, understand, and be
perplexed by.
That, anyway, is
what (I think) I’ve learned.