MYTHOPOEIA
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MYTHOPOEIA To one who said that myths were lies and therefore worthless, even though ‘breathed through silver’. . Philomythus to Misomythus . You look at trees and label them just so, (for trees are ‘trees’, and growing is ‘to grow’); you walk the earth and tread with solemn pace one of the many minor globes of Space: a star’s a star, some matter in a ball compelled to courses mathematical amid the regimented, cold, Inane, where destined atoms are each moment slain. |