Every god is a jealous god after the breakdown of the bicameral mind.

We invent mind-space inside our own heads as well as the heads of others ... we assume these 'spaces' without question. They are a part of what it is to be conscious. Moreover, things that in the physical-behavioural world that do not have a spatial quality are made to have such in consciousness. Otherwise we cannot be conscious of them.

Abstract words are ancient coins whose concrete images in the give and take of talk have worn away with use.

Memory is the medium of the must-have-been.

And when it is suggested that the inward feelings of power or inward monitions or losses of judgement are the germs out of which the divine machinery developed, I return that truth is just the reverse, that the presence of voices which had to be obeyed were the absolute prerequisite to the conscious stage of mind in which it is the self that is responsible and can debate within itself, can order and direct, and that the creation of such a self is the product of culture. In a sense, we have become our own gods.

It is by metaphor that language grows.

I shall state my thesis plain. The first poets were gods. Poetry began with the bicameral mind.