All life stinks and you must embrace that with compassion.
The sin of inadvertence, not being alert, not quite awake, is the sin of missing the moment of life-live with unremitting alertness.
Dream is the personalized myth, myth the depersonalized dream.
Hell is life drying up.
Your sacred space is where you can find yourself again and again.
Myth is much more important and true than history. History is just journalism and you know how reliable that is.