Our minds are crammed with thoughts, emotions and situations that we tend to brush aside. Then our dreams may dredge them up from the deep waters of our unconscious.
"Myth is more individual and expresses life more precisely than does science. Science works with concepts of averages which are far too general to do justice to the subjective variety of an individual life.
Thus it is that I have now undertaken, in my eighty-third year, to tell my personal myth. I can only make direct statements, only 'tell stories'. Whether or not the stories are true is not the problem. The only question is whether what I tell is my fable, my truth."
I will write more about this book once I finish it.
For a moment I was mad at her. What was a squirrel doing in that prison when she could be out in the woods, climbing trees and eating whatever she wanted? Yet there was no point in being mad at her in that futile situation.