posted on Aug, 31 2008 @ 11:49 AM
I think some of these things you characterize as lies, are really fables and allegory that adults use to demonstrate various points....... sort of
like the stories that always have a morale to the story. I remember hearing tales of Paul Bunyan, Pecos Bill, Mike Fink, Davy Crockett, all larger
than life folks..... I had the advantage in that I also had a Disney book that depicted all these characters as cartoons. Why do we tell our kids
about the Easter Bunny, Tooth Fairy and Santa Clause? I think it's because it is a passing on of tradition -- things our parents remembered
enjoying and they associate the innocent times of youth with those fables..... times when they weren't aware of wars and killing and deceit and the
other unsavory aspects of humanity. I think adults pass those things on to their children, hoping they can enjoy the innocence, and perhaps, in some
ways, to relive that innocence again, through their children.
I remember coming home from school at the age of 8, and my parents were agitated. We lived in the mountains of northern Idaho, and I usually rode my
bike about six miles from school. They were asking me questions: "Mr. ________, your gym teacher, has he ever touched you?" whaaa? Of
course he has..... "WHERE did he touch you!!!!!" Their intensity scared me. "I ....... I.... don't know, maybe on the shoulder??"
Turns out our gym teacher was accused of molesting some of his male students. I was not one of them. I saw our town become nearly a lynch mob.
It was said later that "they" went to his house, and it had been abandonded..... still with food in the fridge and his clothes and personal effects
in place. His car and bank account were apparently intact. It was hypothesized to us kids that our gym teacher must have walked out in the snow
during a storm, gotten disoriented, and probably died, possibly falling into the river, never to be seen again. Frontier justice. I recount this
tale to you, because it was the point where I remember being instantly thrust into the unsavory world of adulthood, and all their quirky little dramas
and politics. Nothing was ever the same after that. Once you have seen, you cannot go back to that innocent place.
I think our parents utilize the socializations and myths and fables that made them feel the world was full of magic and wonder, and they try to pass
them on to us, so we can be magical for a while. Remember that time, as a child, when you had superpowers or magical abilities? Well, perhaps
they didn't really leave you upon arriving at adulthood; perhaps you left THEM.
Interesting thread OP, thanks