It is by metaphor that language grows.

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.

Poetry, from describing external events objectively, is becoming subjectified into a poetry of personal conscious expression.

The legend of the parting of the Red Sea probably refers to tidal changes in the Sea of Reeds related to the Thera eruption.

There is no such thing as a complete consciousness.

No one is moral among the god-controlled puppets of the _Iliad_. Good and evil do not exist.

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