THE MYTH
We were all in some inexplicable inner persecution, notwithstanding that some of us never confessed to it. Obviously, it was our preoccupation with how to be worthy of those who have travelled incessantly since the beginnings of our species to date. Not knowing something in particular, we were certain that the circumstances we had to face could easily become so much harder that dealing with them could become the greatest challenge ever known. We trusted our potential; besides, our own survival after what had happened socially, humanly or simply biologically would greatly surprise us if judged in relation to past facts. Facts, however, never turned out to be so.
Therefore, the burden of memory on us had to find its way into a concise expression and a particular reference. Yet all references that need to be clear, simple enough to draw power and resilience from their own characteristics, eventually tend to be personified. And that being encompasses qualities no other than collective wishes and hopes in an attempt to guide collectivity per se into a hazy, inscrutable future.
Thus, heroes are moulded abstractly, with conspicuous inconsistencies and contradictions, capable of reinforcing all their aspects in line with circumstances and the fate of the race. So, we all become harder, but also fair. We commit ourselves to the target to the very end, but remain astute and adaptable. If you think about it, our heroes do not discourage us to be anything. Except, of course, for ridiculous discounted cowards.
It was in this way and through the turbulent and merciless period of relocation that the Myth was born. Aversion to History, which laden with treacherous behaviour and moral disdain has faced us with the given Historic consequence, was completely justified. It all happened too boldly for anyone to be even slightly enlightened. That attitude not only seemed surreal, but it also truly was.
This is what made us to strip the Myth of every strict temporal coordinate. You see, that would prove constructive only if included in a certain historic context or intertwined with other known or lesser known facts. But that would be of no use. On the contrary, actually. And references to the past, remember, are now aphoristic.
We all believed in the Myth whole-heartedly, and perhaps the power of our Faith sprang from realizing that your difference did not exist because you were axiomatically humble, but because the Myth was truly impressive. Impressive in instincts and intellect, in vigour and respect.
And that was what we now needed.