Here's a thought from the other night, which spun off of a conversation on twitter and thinking about Kundera's Book of Laughter & Forgetting:
Death is forgetting. A central motive in myth-making is the creation of meaning that counters both the meaninglessness of boundless existence (literally existing without meaning, not as a reaction to meaning or anti-meaning- it is a realm in which meaning would be unthinkable, where all thought is unthinkable), and also the forgetfulness which is a symptom of the passage of time, of entropy- death which reduces the very edifice of meaning and recollection to ash. Myth is an agent of an-entropy, all myth-making is heroic and promethean, though also in the long view ultimately futile.
This will obviously make its way into the Immanence of Myth.
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