I get the feeling that all myths incubate in the dark.  At first they have the form of stories, by repetition they transmute into myths and they finally get to be proclaimed culture when emulated in real life. 
Crafted by parents while in process of putting children to sleep. Half heard in wake, half in our sleep; abstract ideas leak into the subconscious, ferment in our dreams and take action as persuasions when morning comes.

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