What – where – is the meaning of life ? Is there a paradise still ? The old beliefs are making a come-back, no harm in that… but who addresses death ? Is to provide insight on how to lead a life enough when this very life eventually ends ? What about the promise ? And isn’t it a little hazardous to rely on the pride taken from a life of dedicated hardship to guarantee a fulfilling death ?
In midstream – how mankind outgrew religions
Religion didn’t fail. Just… in its actual form, our civilisation outgrew it. Yet, did we learn too much to die in peace ? Surely not. It’s actually quite the opposite : we stopped halfway. Halfway in our discovery of our selves. Those selves, we split them in an indefinite number of empirical research subjects, requiring experts and spécialisations. Too immersed in our journey, we prolonged it, invented manyfold activities on the way and, adorned in delight, we ended up forgetting that it had, at some point, to end. That how death became taboo. That how we stopped to prepare for it. Thus, the sentence today always comes to fast and we don’t know anymore what to do with our selves, except suffering of not being able to take them with us, whatever this ‘us’ and wherever that place may be.
The myth inside
However, there is still time. There is still hope. Peace of mind is within grasp for those ready to sail the boat. Our hampered capacity to relate to the cosmogonic tale doesn’t have to remain derelict appendix, for there is another tale, unexplored, lying there, just inside us. A beautiful one, finally relatable to… and in so many ways ours ! Giving back to us the meaning that we always had, making of us our own myth. Without a name, without identity, for it would be defining it too much. Through the metaphor of the Hero’s end, it’s to this very myth that I’m willing to introduce you.