The Myth

The idea came up in a dream. As many ideas do.

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Powerful, noisy, sad, and full of energy, the Gargoyle flew around what looked like my own library, with ancient towering walls, uneven floors, one room for workshops, and an unfinished descent into a bright emptiness.

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My analyst suggested it was my “Daemon” speaking to me. I had wrongly assumed it was a Shadow figure.

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“I am the guardian of the place. I have been here all along,” it told me when I finally decided to face it.

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Little did I know I would have to undergo a painful descent that remains, even now, partly hidden from my conscious mind.

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Dreams are a big part of my life, and deciphering them can sometimes feel like a literary exercise. That is one of the reasons I love writing so much.

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The energy behind a writing project often resembles the emotional force of certain dreams.

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Humans love stories because they have the power to reveal something deeply archetypal about ourselves.

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We all follow a myth in one way or another, and certain artistic creations can help us understand what that myth looks like.