#FOWC — Myths, Legends, and Fables

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I’ve always enjoyed reading and studying mythology and the stories of heroic and legendary characters. But as entertaining as they may be, I’ve never, as a very pragmatic individual, put much credence into these tales. That’s because they are, plain and simple, folklore.

Folklore is essentially traditional beliefs, customs, and stories of a community, passed down through the generations, first by word of mouth and later by the written/printed word.

Like folklore, fables are generally short tales designed to teach a moral lesson, often with animals as characters.

A legend is a type of folklore, but it typically features human actions, rather than animals, and is perceived to have taken place within human history. It’s typically a non-historical or unverifiable story handed down by tradition from earlier times that is often popularly accepted as historical.

And that brings us to myths, which are stories concerning the early history of a people or explaining some natural or social phenomenon, and typically involving supernatural beings or events.

Perhaps it’s because of my aforementioned pragmatism, my logic, and my reason, that I can’t quite grasp how so many people in the 21st century truly believe as real the folklore, myths, fables, and legends contained in their holy books and are willing to fight and maybe even die to defend their own versions of these myths and legends as being the only ones to be believed.

Wouldn’t the world be a better place if people just appreciated their myths, fables, and legends for the folklore that they are. Believe whatever you want, but don’t use your myths as a weapon against those whose myths may be different from yours.


This irreligious rant was written for yesterday’s Fandango’s One-Word Challenge, “legend.” Sorry, I’m a day late, but my tour guide duties continue to keep me away from my blog.

Tale Weaver — What Goes Around Comes Around

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This week’s Tale Weaver prompt is all about karma. It asks the age-old question, is karma just a myth, wishful thinking on some people’s part, or is it real?

Some religions (e.g., Hinduism and Buddhism) define karma as the sum of a person’s actions in this (and previous states) of existence, and that such actions will be a key factor in deciding their fate in their future existences.

In Christianity, karma is more of a as “what goes around comes around” concept. The Bible says, “Be not deceived; God is not mocked: for whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.” This is more of a “you get what you give” concept. Or as the Beatles sang, “And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.”

I am not a religious person. I don’t believe in reincarnation. Hell, I don’t even believe in the “afterlife.” So, no, I don’t buy into either of these — or any other — notions of karma. I’m not a reap what you sow kind of a guy.

I simply make a conscious choice to live my life as a decent, caring, giving, and honest person. I subscribe to the so-called Golden Rule of doing unto others. But it’s not because I’m worried that if I don’t, I’ll spend an eternity in damnation. Or because after I die I’ll be reborn as a jackass or something. I live my life that way because it’s the right thing to do and because I’m human.

Besides, if there was such a thing as Karma, Donald Trump would be toast by now.

So there you go. No tale weaved today. Just a little exposé on my thoughts on karma.

One-Liner Wednesday — Laughter

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“Laughter is a tranquilizer with no side effects.”

Humorist Arnold H. Glasow

I need a larger dose of laughter in order to combat the side effects of the Trump era.


Written for today’s One-Liner Wednesday prompt from Lynda G. Hill. Image credit: JudaM @ Pixabay.

MLMM Tale Weaver — Welcome to Durfur

img_1350Carl was sitting on a folding chair in a large room with many identical folding chairs, nearly every one taken. In his hand was a spiral bound booklet entitled, The Book of Durfur — A Beginners Guide. Oddly, the first thought that came to Carl’s mind was, “Shouldn’t it be Beginner’s Guide?” He vowed to point out the grammatical error to whoever produced the booklet.

Looking around, Carl saw a diverse group of people seated in the chairs. All ages, all races, both genders, and, based upon how people were dressed, many nationalities. All of them, like Carl, were holding the same booklet.

Carl tried to remember how he had gotten here, much less why he was here. But he couldn’t. His last memory was that he was lying in bed reading a book. Was he asleep and was this a dream?

He turned to the guy sitting on his left, a large black man dressed in some sort of ceremonial garb. “Excuse me,” Carl said. “Do you know where we are and why we’re here?”

“You tell me,” the guy said without making eye contact.

Sitting on Carl’s right was a teenage girl wearing what looked like a prom dress. But before Carl could say anything, she blurted out, “No, I don’t.”

Carl looked once again at the booklet in his hand. He flipped it open to the first page, but it was blank, as were all the pages following. He tried to stand up but was unable to leave his seat. “What the fuck?” he said aloud.

Suddenly the lights dimmed in the room, a screen slowly dropped down from the ceiling, and a video started playing. “Welcome to Durfur,” the man in the video said. “I know you have a lot of questions and they will all be answered shortly.”

The man in the screen smiled and continued. “Durfur is like a way station. It is situated halfway between what was and what will be, between where you’ve been and where you’re going. Each of you has been provided with a booklet that has been custom tailored for your journey. ”

The man in the screen seemed to look directly at Carl and said, “And, yes, Carl, we’ve corrected the punctuation.” Carl looked down and the booklet in his hand, which now read “A Beginner’s Guide.”

The man continued. “Some of you will be here in Durfur for just a brief time. Others may be staying with us for a while. It’s all documented in your guide booklet. Now if you’ll please open up to page one, everything will become clear to you.”

Carl opened up his booklet and began reading.


Written for this week’s Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver prompt.