In folk tales the person who tries to hold on to a gift usually dies.
Folk tales are like collective dreams; they are told in the kind of voice we hear at the edge of sleep – mingling the facts of our lives with their images in the psyche.
The ego’s firmness enjoys a slow dilation.
The passage into mystery always refreshes. If, when we work, we can look once a day upon the face of mystery, then our labor satisfies. We are lightened when our gifts rise from pools we cannot fathom.
Franz Boas – Ethnographer — Carl Kerenyi – Romanian historian of religion.