The best we can do is lean towards the light.
Every myth is psychologically symbolic. Its narratives and images are to be read, therefore, not literally, but as metaphors.
The person who thinks he has found the ultimate truth is wrong.
It has always been the prime function of mythology and rite to supply the symbols that carry the human spirit forward.
The psychotic drowns in the same waters in which the mystic swims with delight.
The latest incarnation of Oedipus, the continued romance of Beauty and the Beast, stand this afternoon on the corner of Forty-second Street and Fifth Avenue, waiting for the traffic light to change.