I’m not sure if it’s the onslaught of constant information, or the general *waves hand around emphatically at everything* the general cooked nature of the world at the present moment. Everything seems so set. Maybe I’m finally hitting the realization that my late thirties are upon me and that really there isn’t much mystery left in the world. Everything can be explained away nowdays, modern science and all worldy knowledge being at ones finger tips at any given moment really kills the wonder of not knowing something. Of coming up with a theory only based on your own senses, the smidgen of personal experience and fleeting human wisdom that one life can hold. Myths were humanities way of explaining that which could not be known for eons. The modern world seems hell bent on making it so that nothing can be unknown.
The main issue now is that with the rise of generative AI we may also be coming to a time where nothing can ever be proven to be known. Myths may be our only through line. The shape just vague enough, the through line just esoteric enough to be the anchor point for something real, something human, to shine through. Myths were oral for generations with written versions varying wildly and each community having its own flair, but the base message was maintained. Can we as a species delve our depths to find those emotions, drives, fears and dreams to guide us through into the new century of factual degradation?