I saw a mediocre but noisy movie in 3-D last night about the battle between the gods and humans–big spectacular monsters, brilliantly beautiful heroines and a bland hunk of a hero who followed the unexpressible tough guy role.  Like so many, he will go far.  No need for acting.

In any case, it still mimicked the humanity-old struggle of the so-called gods outside of us and the combination of divine-human inside of us.  We are truly a synthesis of the two.  We can’t control the weather and monsters, but we know human feeling and love like no god seems to be able.  Or so the story goes.

These myths are ageless stories of how we do combine these elements.  A god comes down, son of the heavens, and gives his life for us in order to show us that we can rise above everything–even death.  An avatar spends an early life in luxury, a middle life in dismal fasting, and a mature life in balance–showing us the middle way.  A woman–many women–give birth to the world, nurture all of nature, and somehow also destroys everything to bring us a new fresh blossom of peace.

I’m glad I’ve claimed all these gods as my own, and can play with their stories in my life every day.  All of these tales end up in eventual reconciliation–even though the initial separation itself was an illusion.  Hurray to the beauty and power within!