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There is something very fishy about our existence. We are unaware of it most of the time, but it tickles us all from time to time.

Suddenly we realize we 'are', we actually exist. That's a weird thing. One day we open our eyes, and there’s a world outside.

These things trouble me. Since when do I exist? How come I wasn’t here, then I suddenly came out of nowhere? How’s it possible that something as concrete as ‘I�� actually came out of nowhere? And exactly at what time did I come into being? At my mother’s womb, or after I’ve seen the first sunlight on this planet? If I started at my mother’s womb, exactly at what time in my mother’s womb? One week, one month, or 6 months? And when would I really cease to exist? I read that all the organs do not 'die' at the same time. Are birth and death as real as they seem, or just mere illusions? Neuroscientists tell us there’s really nothing concrete within us that can be recognized as ‘I��, all things are in constant flux, nothing stays the same for long. What we experience as the continuous ‘self�� is actually an illusion. If there's no 'I' inside me, who was born and who would die? Maybe nobody.

Sometimes I wonder, What if I actually existed all the time, and will continue to exist?

There’s a glass of water on the table and I touch it. It actually exists. How come a thing can 'exist' in itself? I feel an eerie tingling sensation in my lower spine. From where does these weird feelings really come? Where does thoughts come from? I don’t choose my thoughts. I don’t know what I would think one minute from now.

It’s all very weird.

We try to build some logical explanation to cover up the freakish nature of reality, but it’s not much of help. By scientific methodology, we know that everything is energy in one form or another, but we do not know what this weird thing energy really is. We see electron behaving as both particle and wave, which defies common sense. Nature shows us common sense doesn't work everywhere. We know the universe has come into being through some cosmic incident known as Big Bang, but we don’t know why it had to be. Science help us to familiarize and to make sense of the world to a certain extent, but in the end science just exposes us the naked mystery itself. Black Holes. Quantum fluctuation. Entanglement.And scientists doesn't know what consciousness really is, some say it is unknowable.

We know there’s more to the world than our eyes and our rational thoughts meet. We can feel it.

There’s where myths come.

Myths are not science. Myths are not facts. Myths are not mere cuck and bull story stories.

Myths are poetry. Like poetry, myths doesn’t have a linear, literal meaning. It stands for something beyond itself, beyond the words and images. Myths are a gateway to the transcendental realm where thoughts cannot reach.

When myths are taken as too concrete and literal, it loses its original essence. It becomes religion.

Joseph Campbell shows us the multi-dimensionality and the depth of myths and mythological symbols. Today we live in a world where we are totally accustomed to literal and linear thinking, we have forgotten how to think with symbols and imagery. We live in an alienated world.

Campbell is now more important than ever. We need to hear what the myths are telling us.