I suppose myths can be true or not. There aren’t any other options. At any rate, I think we’re surrounded by them, dappled by their shadows that either stretch into the present from the past or are cast by the myths themselves that still exist in this very day.
My toddler has a habit of announcing the self-appointed ends of his naps by exclaiming in a clear and uncompromising voice, “I am here!” He repeats this several times, testing new heights of volume at each go. He is an echo of the Edenic myth, repeating Adam’s response to God’s question in the garden.
“Where are you?”
“I am here! In my crib!”