One wakes up in the morning and reaches for eyeglasses, coffee, and a myth. You can see that one needs vision, energy, and that myth. Otherwise, the day is simply impossible to face, endure, survive.About a week later, I was reading, and my mind began to wander (as it is wont to do these days), and that quote crept back into my consciousness.
I idly asked myself, “What is your myth, Glenn?”
And, without pausing for a moment to think or take a breath, I answered, “Prometheus.”
The hair on the back of my neck stood on end, and I shivered.
Do you think it’s too late for me to haul myself over to the exchange counter and see if I can’t replace this thing with a little something not so snug in the shoulders and hips...?