Imagine a world without myths.
Without Odysseus getting lost so we might learn how one returns. Without Persephone descending into darkness to show us that spring is born from winter. Without dragons, gods, heroes, monsters.
Only facts. Only data. Only survival.
It would be a functional world, but an empty one. A world that knows how we live, but not why we endure.
Why we fall in love while we hurt. Why we keep going while we are afraid.
Why, even today, we need a story to be told before we fall asleep, even if we call it by another name.
Myths were not born to explain the world. They were born to keep the human being upright within it.
And perhaps, no matter how much eras, tools, and words change, this remains the deepest human need of all.
