If, however, we were not something more than unique human beings and each man jack of us could really be dismissed from this world with a bullet, there would be no more point in relating stories at all. But every man is not only himself; he is also the unique, particular, always significant and remarkable point where the phenomena of the world intersect once and for all and never again.
I've written a bit about mythology recently, and its place in the fabric of our lives. It is, it seems to me, what defines us as humans, our ability to create myths in order to understand ourselves. And it can't stop. This is Hamish Henderson:
Then tomorrow, songs
Will flow free again, and new voices
Be borne on the carrying stream.