No tribal rite has yet been recorded which attempts to keep winter from descending; on the contrary: the rites all prepare the community to endure, together with the rest of nature, the season of the terrible cold.
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The Garden is a metaphor for the following: our minds, and our thinking in terms of pairs of opposites--man and woman, good and evil--are as holy as that of a god. (50)
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote suggests that our thoughts, like a garden, are sacred and encompass dualities such as good and evil.
Joseph Campbell uses the metaphor of a garden to illustrate that our minds and the way we think are sacred spaces that contain pairs of opposites, such as man and woman, and good and evil. This highlights the complexity of human thought and existence, suggesting that embracing these dualities is essential to understanding ourselves and the world around us. By recognizing the holiness in our mental contradictions, we can appreciate the depth and richness of human experience.
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In practice
Example use cases
In a discussion about the complexity of human emotions, one might say, 'As Joseph Campbell aptly points out, the garden of our minds holds sacred dualities.'
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