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Text Box: Whether we listen with aloof amusement to the dreamlike mumbo jumbo of some red-eyed witch doctor of the Congo, or read with cultivated rapture thin translations from the sonnets of the mystic Laotse; now and again crack the hard nutshell of an argument of Aquinas, or catch suddenly the shining meaning of an Eskimo fairy tale: it will be always the one shape-shifting yet marvelously constant story that we find, together with a challengingly persistent suggestion of more remaining to be experienced than will ever be known or told. - Joseph Campbell Opening paragraph of The Hero with a Thousand Faces Ibid, The Closing Paragraph: The modern hero, the modern individual who dares to heed the call and seek the mansion of that presence with whom it is our whole destiny to be atoned, cannot, indeed must not, wait for his community to cast off its slough of pride, fear, rationalized avarice, and sanctified misunderstanding. “Live,” Nietzsche says, “as though the day were here.” It is not society that is to guide and save the creative hero, but precisely the reverse. And so every one of us shares the supreme ordeal—carries the cross of the redeemer—not in the bright moments of his tribe’s great victories, but in the silences of his personal despair.  

Text Box: Within the confines of the laws of nature, nothing is impossible or even improbable    

 

 

Text Box: “‘This is my way; where is yours?’—thus I answered those who asked me ‘the way. For the way—that does not exist.' Thus spoke Zarathustra.”                                                         - Friedrich Nietzsche   Text Box: The seanchaí--the Irish storyteller, is descended from the fili, who were the poets of the druid class in Celtic society. They memorized and recited the ancient myths and legends; for though pre-Christian Ireland had a rich and colorful history, full of magic and heroes and conquests, they had no written word and, so, their tales were passed down in an oral tradition. Fortunately, today we have pen and paper, and even better, computer and Internet; for though we Irish love to tell stories, some, like myself, have no stomach for the memorization. Here then are some samples of my stories and ramblings. “Tis often said, “scratch any man and you’ll find a visionary—the Irish need not be scratched.”    

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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