Blogging amazes me. Once upon a time, namely when I was an undergraduate with far too much spare time on my hands, I used to sit down in front of my livejournal and just gab away, mostly about myself and things that happened during my day. That was in 2000. Now it’s 2008, and I find blogs being used for other purposes: to self-publish essays, to comment on something or other, or even to write one’s Great American Novel. It’s as though our digital age has allowed any ole person to become “published” in an alternative category of “blogger.” And you know what? There are actually professors who will accept a blog as a source (within reason of course) on a paper!

I envision my blog getting to that point someday. The day when I can self-publish some essays I have been meaning to edit or a place to comment on something or other that I find genuinely meaningful (I might make my formal Internet political endorsement once we see who gets the nominations).  I want this place to also function as my “Myth Journal” and as my RoundTable RoundUp source. But real life keeps getting in the way, so we will have to be satisfied with Meta-Blogging until I get a chance to make some life adjustments (or graduate, whichever happens first).

So in the meantime, allow me to recommend something to read/look at: Neil Gaiman’s “Sandman” comics. The “Sandman” is none other than Morpheus/Dream, and the series personifies dream and myth in a way that only good storytelling can.  Imagine: the collective unconscious were controlled by a group of myth characters who call themselves the Endless. The dreams we experience each night, those powerful, symbolic, archetypal dreams Jung loved to ponder, are governed not by a pool of symbols but by a personification. What if that personification just didn’t want to, or couldn’t, operate for awhile? What would happen to dreams? What would be the boundaries between sanity and psychosis?

Posted 02 Mar, 2008 |
Categories: mything