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" The child's world is alert and alive, governed by rules of response and command, not by physical laws: a portentous continuum of consciousness, endowed with purpose and intent, either resistant or responsive to the child itself.
This infantile notion of a world governed by moral rather than physical laws, kept under control by a superordinated parental personality instead of impersonal physical forces, and oriented to the weal and woe of man, is an illusion that dominates men's thoughts all over the world.
The sense then, of this world as an undifferentiated continuum of simultaneously subjective and objective experience (Participation), which is all alive (Animism), and which was created by a superior being (Artificialism), may be said to constitute the frame of reference of all childhood experience no matter where in the world.
No small wonder then, that the above Three Principles are precisely those most represented in the mythologies and religious systems of the whole world. "
― Joseph Campbell , The Masks of God, Volume 1: Primitive Mythology
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" Instead of fighting it, I close my eyes and let myself go. I feel the muscles of his shoulder beneath my hand. The frame his arms create is strong, secure, but I want those arms tighter around me. Much tighter around me. Much tighter, much closer.
I want there to be no space at all between us.
I. Want. Him. So. Badly.
I want to kiss him, laugh with him, cry with him, share every freaking moment of my life with him because no matter how many awful things he's done in the past, I can't shake the undeniable feeling that when his arms are around me, I'm home. "
― Rachel Morgan , The Faerie Prince (Creepy Hollow, #2)
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" Honestly, Evie," I huffed, flopping back to the centre of my bed and glaring at the ceiling. " Why don't you whine some more instead of actually doing anything?" " Talking to yourself is the first sign of madness," Arianna volunteered, leaning on the frame of my open door." Yeah, so's seeing things no one else can, but people seem to like that about me." " Good point. Odds are, you've been crazy for years now. I'm probably nothing more than a figment of your imagination." " If that were true, I'd imagine you as less of a slob." She sighed. " Isn't it sad that you hate yourself so much you can't even dream up a pleasant roommate?" " Not as sad as the fact that you admit how bad you suck as one." Flashing a wicked grin, she narrowed her eyes. “ I'd use the term 'suck' sparingly around me. Don't want to go planting ideas in my pretty, dead head." I threw a pillow at her. "