The Myth Carriers

Before I first crawled from a mythical ocean light years before history began to take itself seriously I was told to spin new myths. The dead-not-so-dead gave me buckets of myths. “This is your mission,” they said, “carry these buckets one by one to a place called, solid footholds." The buckets had water in them for myths need an aqueous environment. Because they swam in the same bucket the myths became mixed, some copulated spawning more myths. In a dream I was told that if the place called solid footholds ever ran out of myths it would blow away in a cloud of dust. Until now the buckets have not run dry, been spilled or wasted but the place of solid footholds is drying up for want of more mythical tales. I am not the only myth carrier, there are many. If you are one of those then carry buckets to the place of solid footholds before its footprints are gone forever.