“Dis graced he may be, yet is not de-throne, and keep the rags of lordship once he owned. Man, Sub-creator, the refracted Light through whom is splintered from a single White to many hues, and endlessly confined in living shapes that move from mind to mind.”
Myths are "lies breathed through silver."
On Fairy Stories, J. R. R. Tolkien
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