I find increasingly that the more extreme are the things going on in your life, the more cultural reference points fail you. More mythical reference points actually help, and you realise that's what myths are for. It's for human beings to process their experience in extremis.
Interpretation
In extreme situations, conventional cultural references often fall short, and mythical stories can provide a deeper understanding of our experiences.
Michael Sheen suggests that during extreme circumstances in life, traditional cultural references may not provide the necessary comfort or understanding. Instead, he posits that myths serve a crucial role in helping individuals process their experiences and emotions when faced with challenging situations, allowing for a deeper reflection on the human condition through timeless narratives.
In practice
In a discussion about coping with grief, one might quote Sheen to highlight the inadequacy of cultural norms in explaining deep sorrow.
For a culture that has such a problem with death, we seem to deal with it in a quite bizarre way. We see people shot, killed and blown up, and we find it funny and sexy and all those things. But, the reality of it is that every day people die, and people are really sad and they grieve and they go through a really difficult process with it.
Stories have always been the things that entertain me and make me feel happy and sad and move me and give me the experience of being able to live many lives in one lifetime. It's the best thing about being alive.
When I was at drama school, I wanted to change the world, and thought I had some great wisdom to impart to people about humanity. Now that I'm older, I know enough to realise that I know nothing at all.
The reputation of power IS power.
It is ridiculous to set a detective story in New York City. New York City is itself a detective story.
If you think God’s there, He is. If you don’t, He isn’t. And if that’s what God’s like, I wouldn’t worry about it.
Blind hate against the enemy creates a forceful impulse that cracks the boundaries of natural human limitations, transforming the soldier in an effective, selective and cold killing machine. A people without hate cannot triumph against the adversary.
Reality is, you know, the tip of an iceberg of irrationality that we've managed to drag ourselves up onto for a few panting moments before we slip back into the sea of the unreal.
Which is it? Is man only a blunder of God? Or is God only a blunder of man?
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