" The custom of eating bread sacramentally as the body of a god was practised by the Aztecs before the discovery and conquest of Mexico by the Spaniards. Twice a year, in May and December, an image of the great Mexican god Huitzilopochtli or Vitzilipuztli was made of dough, then broken in pieces, and solemnly eaten by his worshippers." (The Golden Bough, p. 566)

Class was opened with the residual one-minute creation myths that were left, which was an appropriate note, ushering our entrances into a heterocosm(other world), which is where you go when you enter a story, really enter it. We will apparently have to perform a story from Ovid in a similar fashion later on. Yay.

We also learned the term axis mundi, the center of the world, which can be represented as a universal tree or sacred mountain; omphalos, Greek for "navel", refers very similarly to the center or hub of something, especially of a religious nature.

We are also assigned to write a blog about somebody else's blog, there being much weird and wonderful material to be had. Like Dave's earliest memory of destroying the front porch with a(real) hammer, or Alex's story of pretending to be a mermaid surrounded by pillows, and Tyler's earliest memory which actually might be a dream instead. But it really doesn't matter because both dreams and memory spring from the same place: your imagination, your unconscious which if you're inclined like Jung, connects to the unconscious of everyone else in all the world(or if your Freudian, it is just about you and your repressions and instincts).

Somerset Maugham's The Razor's Edge and Emma Donaghue's Room, according to Mr. Sexson, are novels which are profoundly mythological; I've gathered in the sense of dealing with the dark and horrifying side of myth which crops up before us and cannot be denied but only endured.