Dear Alex, As has been consistently the case foras far back as I can remember,I very much treasured our conversation this afternoon. I acknowldge the eccentricity of my conviction that all our verbal accounting of the past is, no, not tinged, but suffused with the pathos of myth. Perhaps my thinking is absurd. My intellectual and emotional experience is of (and in) the present when that experience, for one reason or an other is strictly repetitive. The consistent spell and defintiion of words, for example, or symbolic expression of mathematical statements, are by their nature repetitive. It is repetiton, and only repetition, which defines and secures the present; and it is the coincidence of repetiton which vouchsafes the self-evident truth of the present. But whenever an experiene, - or a thing - changes, then unavoidably the change repudiates being - and truth; what no longer is the same, rejects and repudiates what once was, The truth of what is no longer visible, audible, and memnorable, is the secured by faith. (The discovery of faith as an essential component of the human experience is attributable to the genius of Nartin Luther. (admittedly, this statement belongs in the realm of myth.)) Everything which requires confirmation by belief, by faith, pertains to the realm of myth. The truth of myth is the badge of subjective freedom. "Ye shall know the truth, and the truth wkill set hyou free."