Reality is fixed, but too complex to be understood in its entirety. Myths on the other hand are are malleable, fluid, Struggling to make a whole out of fragments. We glimpse the truth tinted by the lens of our own personal experience, Judging each other based upon averages and anecdotes. Hunting monsters in the noise. Myths as beasts and beasts as saviors, We beg for protection from the killers in our midst. [Read More]