"As the Garments which have been touched by a sacred chief kill those who handle them, so do the things which have been touched by a menstruous woman."-The Golden Bough; Taboo and Perils of the Soul 166.
Now I'm not quite sure which desk to use anymore. Nor whether or not this keyboard has in fact been infested. Or if the used books I've been receiving in the male have come underneath such perilous conditions! And, now to think of it, Barnes and Noble has a majority employment base of young and middle aged woman! I see death at every fingertip!
I must be a sacred chief or menstruating myself, and since I have neither the genitalia nor the genealogy I suppose it must be a hoax. Tackle this one MythBusters!
Now, on a more serious note.
More Present Day Myths
"Is not this whole world an illusion? And yet it fools everybody." - Angela Carter
In our schools Dracula class yesterday we were discussing Orientallism, or The Orient, and how the word, was not a physical place, but a imaginative-magical mental place that had been instilled into the minds of Europeans through Literature. It was not the Land that brought the people or captivated the audiences, increasing the want and need to travel and enjoy; no, it was the writing. The stories. The not quite true, but most truthful, stories of adventure and excitement and other!
And it dawned on me.
This is myth. This is mythology at its best. This is storytellers captivating an audience, making them believe the unbelievable.
Now here is my question; are they believing the factual evidence of the story, or is it the spirit, the imagination, the breathing organism that the author has captured and condensed into literature that they truly believe in? Does the fable of a story ruin the truth inside? Or does it create a stronger truth?
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