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

Consciousness is always open to many possibilities because it involves play. It is always an adventure.

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

The king dead is a living god.

This breakdown in the bicameral mind in what is called the Intermediate Period is reminiscent at least of those periodic breakdowns of Mayan civilizations when all authority suddenly collapsed, and the population melted back into tribal living in the jungles.

If we would understand the Scientific Revolution correctly, we should always remember that its most powerful impetus was the unremitting search for hidden divinity. As such, it is a direct descendant of the breakdown of the bicameral mind.

Our search for certainty rests in our attempts at understanding the history of all individual selves and all civilizations. Beyond that, there is only awe.