The stars we tell ourselves by
— a thirteen-slide atlas —
We are pattern-seekers. Where there is a sky, we read constellations into it; where there is a death, we tell a story about what comes after.
"A hero ventures forth from the world of common day into a region of supernatural wonder; fabulous forces are there encountered and a decisive victory is won; the hero comes back from this mysterious adventure with the power to bestow boons on his fellow man."
Departure, initiation, return — a single shape worn by Odysseus, the Buddha, Luke Skywalker, and Moana alike.
Gilgamesh, Noah, Manu, Deucalion, the Maya. A world washed clean to begin again.
Anansi, Loki, Coyote, Hermes. Creators-by-mistake who break the rules so the rules can be remade.
Osiris, Dionysus, Baldr, Persephone, the maize god. Death as the necessary half of fertility.
Yggdrasil, the Mayan ceiba, the Hindu Ashvattha. A vertical spine connecting heaven, earth, and below.
When you stop telling old gods, you start telling new ones — in capes, on screens, in the franchises that fill cathedrals' worth of attention every year.
— Joseph Campbell, The Hero with a Thousand Faces
— Edith Hamilton, Mythology
— Neil Gaiman, Norse Mythology
— Roberto Calasso, The Marriage of Cadmus and Harmony
— Wendy Doniger, The Hindus: An Alternative History
— Bruce Chatwin, The Songlines
— Dennis Tedlock (trans.), Popol Vuh
"Read myths. They teach you that you can turn inward, and you begin to get the message of the symbols."
— Joseph Campbell