“It is not society that is to guide and save the creative hero, but precisely the reverse. And so every one of us shares the supreme ordeal––carries the cross of the redeemer––not in the bright moments of his tribe’s great victories, but in the silences of his personal despair.” ~ Joseph Campbell
Just as the Self is masks all the way down; reality is illusions all the way up. The Self is layers of archetypal sub-selves all the way down perceiving multilayered illusions all the way up. Stop for a moment and wrap your head around that concept…
Even our masks wear masks. How could it not be? We are fallible beings perceiving an infinite reality using finite reasoning. How could the Self not be a shattered mirror? Each shard with its own unique perspective. Each shard with its own fascinatingly confusing contradictions. Each shard an aspect of a greater whole of which it is only somewhat aware.
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Shadown of my Current Self
Igor Morski art
Bestilled by Joseph Westrupp
