October 26th, 2022 by G.
C.S. Lewis once said something like the essence of myth is that the person who makes it doesn’t see it as an allegory, but the hearer keeps seeing hints of allegories in it.
He is technically wrong, but substantially right. A mythmaker can have an allegorical meaning in mind. But the myth has to be stronger than their allegory for it to work.
Take Mr. Lewis’ own allegory, Pilgrim’s Regress. Its nothing but allegory and pleasant enough in its way. I can speak, though, of three different passages which I keep coming back to. They have that kind of force. For some of them, I don’t even remember what the original allegorical meaning was supposed to be.
The first is the giant whose sight turns people transparent so that you can see their bowels and their bones.
The second is the parable of the man closely pursued by enemies. His wife sees him coming and is perplexed. If she cuts down the bridge that leads to their home, he will be stranded on the other side with his enemies. If she doesn’t, his enemies will cross with him.
Those two I don’t really recall the allegorical point Lewis was making, at least not off the top of my head.
The third passage proves my point the best, since it is the most clearly allegorical but is also a passage that I have *felt* many times. It’s about the home of Mr. Wisdom. He and his children live a quiet, sober life there. They dine on plain fare and are content. But at night, his children in a trance fly off to participate in witches sabbaths and bloody melees and the like.
The point is that a myth, to really work, has to have some weight to it apart from the message its supposed to be teaching. Which is why Mr. Wisdom and his children have come to my mind at times that had nothing to do with the message that rationalists subconsciously derive their emotional satisfaction from elsewhere.
My best parables can sometimes have a very clear message, but they have a power beyond the message.
Poet Head, for instance, is so self-consciously message fiction that I literally call the head poet heads and sober heads. But it still works.