Later, I was thinking about a recurring dream I had as a child of trying to gather up bright points of light out of the night sky into my arms, like nuerons in a net. I decided I would write myself a personal creation myth. After several attempts, I had to admit I was unable to do it. In spite of all the things I look back on as wonderful, I come to the point where I feel I begin as a person, and I find that I don't seem to care about all the years before Jim saved my life and I ran away to be with him in New Jersey. My life comes to a screeching halt - and then begins again. New Jersey.
Have you ever heard the part in The Transformation of Myth Through Time when Joseph Campbell tells the David Suzuki story about reaching Nirvana? The "people" are equated with New Yorkers, all yearning for the light on the far shore, (because no one has told them it is New Jersey.) Then they begin to attain spirituality, and they get to take the ferry. Of course, when they attain real enlightenment they reach New Jersey and some of them begin to yearn for the light on the far shore that they have forgotton is New York.
New Jersey! An Arrival myth.*Sigh* It must be in the blood.