The Man and the Myth of the 21st Century

PART I / 13

I. INTRODUCTION. CREATIVE JUSTIFICATIONS / 15
1. The size of the whole / 16
2. Safe steps of the non-existent "zero" moment / 18
3. The archaic man / 19
4. The "laws" of the archaic man / 21
5. Homo religiosus. Between sacred and profane / 30

II. ARCHETYPE / 37
1. The psychic layers / 37
2. The archetype and the self / 38
3. Zurück zu Jung / 43
4. Between Self and Ego / 49
5. Imagination, the starting point / 55
6. Imagination, archetype and hope / 57
7. The tragedy of the moment / 62

III. MYTH, DEFINITIONS, APPROACHES / 65

IV. THE ROAD TO MYTH / 85
1. The man of the beginning / 85
2. The "space" of the beginning man / 88
3. Homo religious / 90
4. Consciousness of the sacred / 93
5. The reality of the sacred / 95
6. Confirmation of the sacred / 97

V. MYTH AND CONSCIOUSNESS / 103
1. Inner focus. Man 's relationship with the self / 103
2. The reality of consciousness / 105
3. The multidimensionality of consciousness / 110
4. Rationalism - diurnal myth? / 116
5. The symbol, between necessity and aspiration. The Road to Immortality / 117
6. Consciousness, in the data of the present / 118

PART II-A / 127

I. BETWEEN TWO WORLDS ... / 129

II. 20th CENTURY / 137

III. 21st CENTURY / 145
1. The religion of the 21st / 14th century
2. The present and the future of the 21st / 16th century

IV. MiITOLOGII. MYTH, A CHANCE OF OUR PRESENT / 171

V. MYTH, MYTHICAL CONSCIOUSNESS BETWEEN THE PRESENT, NEED AND UTOPIA / 187

VI. MYTHICAL CONSCIOUSNESS / 201

ARE YOU COMING. THE CONSTRUCTION OF THE NEW BEING / 205
1. Myth, a path to reconciliation / 208

REFERENCES / 211

Giving up the myth, we give up our right to know how to deal with the unknown, the right to welcome him properly ...
My cry is identified with the noonday, with its fullness. Not in the morning, because it would seem the signs of a puppy addressed to uncertain dawns, nor in the evening or at night, so as not to be taken as a scream or a scream of astonishment. No, I want to be in the middle of the afternoon, when the sun, already caught in the fullness of the summer solstice, could kidnap me from the heartbreaking daily and play back to that start time. Noon is the open wound of the day. A wound deeply torn by too much everyday. The sun, at the solstice, sees her and does not have mercy on her. He crushes her without forgiving her. Noon in her suffering can only be freed from so much pain by running away, far away ...
In the beginning when she was not suffering from anything.
I will venture to an analysis of the burned daily life and the magical daily life in the attempt to rediscover the sacred through the acceptance of the profane, by returning to our souls, to what was fundamentally given in them. The reunion with that time, in which other beings so similar to us, to those of today, aware of the tireless parts of the day, but also of the restful nocturnal ones, they knew not only how to allow themselves to be enveloped in them, but also to rediscover the unknown science of their whole, due dimension. The size of the whole in its fullness.

Otilia Sirbu