Essential Mythology

Thus do we paint with over broad strokes these portraits of those we have never known, reaching for colors given to legends, framing our guesswork in gold, hanging it in the half-lit hallway where mythology visits like a regular and comfortable guest. Historically our living creations are malnourished and impoverished; even so they move through our minds and touch realities that no one else could ever touch, and thus haunted by breathing uncertainties we begin to breathe yet deeper still...for I have now held in these hands the antique skates a Swedish teen once strapped to her small feet, and I am able to imagine her gliding across her frozen lake as she ponders a new life in a new world, where a young man who promised his love awaited her...hers, too, was a mythology, a mythology of her future, and the futures which would grow up from that.. in which Chloe and I and all of us now walk, looking eastward from time to time, toward that land and that time from which she came, remembering, and imagining, as best we can.

"Do we walk in legends or on the green earth in daylight?"
"A man may do both. For not we but those who come after will make the legends of our time. The green earth, say you? That is a mighty matter of legend, though you tread it under the light of day."