History and anthropology teach us that human society cannot long survive unless its members are psychologically contained in a central living myth, such myth provides the individual with a reason for being.
How true, in my experience, is that; without being psychologically contained in a central living myth, we fail to find a reason for being. We amble through life finding, or looking for something else so help us feel that inner belonging we so desperately need.
We may think we have found happiness but often it is a poor substitute for real happiness. Often it is a substitute that has come from outside of ourselves. We find a happiness that requires continual feeding, it may be happiness through possessions, work, social life, or even family; and none of these are bad within themselves if kept in right proportion, but none really bring true happiness for if possessions are removed, work ceases, friends move away or family die, we are left with a gaping hole within; with a dread for being, because our happiness was built on finite things and beings as opposed to the infinite.
Religion has always taken a central role in the lives of many, it has always been a psychologically contained living myth providing individuals with a reason for being. But what is a myth?
One dictionary states that a myth is: