There are many (more or less and most often less) different mythologies in Europe (that used to be one originally) and each of them has its own character. There is even a mythology that some people would maybe call an artificial mythology. It was thought up and written down about 100 years ago by one single European man and within one livetime. I am speaking about the mythology created by J. R. R. Tolkien. Reading about it made me want to try something. I also want to find my own personal mythology or rather a mythology that fits very well to my way of thinking, feeling and living (and maybe also to other peoples way of thinking, feeling and living). For this reason I will simply try to do it and see it as an experiment. I know that Tolkien was one of the best writers of the modern world and that I will maybe never reach his level, so it could very well be the case, that I will drop this experiment, when I notice that it won’t be any good at all. But you cannot win without fighting and you cannot succeed without trying. So I will try.
The four Sisters
Once upon a time there lived four sisters. One of them had no name, the others were called Past, Present and Future. They were the only living creatures in their world and they were never born and they would never die. They also communicated with each other by talking, but they talked extremely slowly and quiet, it was a kind of murmuring and thus they called themselves the Murms. Although the Murms were never born, they knew that they were sisters. But they were not only sisters, but also mothers and daughters. The nameless Murm was the mother of Past, Past was the mother of Present, Present was the mother of Future and Future was the mother of the nameles Murm. Noone of them was ever born, they were always here, but they knew that they had not the same age.
The nameles Murm was the oldest one of them, but she looked like the youngest. She was the most beautiful of them all. She was the tallest Murm and her skin was white like snow, her hair was light blonde and her eyes were shining blue. She always wore her hair bound together at one side of her head. She did not often look in the eyes of the other Murms, but when she did, she always smiled.
Past was the second oldest Murm. She was blonde and had green eyes. She was very shy and stayed often alone.
Present was the third oldest Murm. She was dark blonde and had brown eyes. She was the most communicative Murm, and she seemed to be omnipresent, there was hardly a moment in which the other murms did not see her. She often changed her emotions very quickly, she could be happy in one second and angry or sad in the next second.
Future was the youngest Murm, but she looked like the oldest. She had brown hair and eyes. And she did not walk or stand much. Most of the time she sat in her chair and watched the other Murms living their lives and she always had a smile in her face when she did so.
The Murms divided the day into six parts of four hours and wanted to give them names. They wanted that each one is named by one Murm, but they only were four, so they gave Present and the nameless Murm two of these parts. The nameless Murm called her eight hours Night, Past called her four hours Morning, Present called her eight hours Day and Future called her four hours Evening.
They did the same with the year and in the same manner. The nameless Murm called her third (= two sixth parts) of the year, which was the darkest and coldest, Winter, Past called her sixth part of the year Spring, Present called her third of the year, which was the brightest and warmest, Summer and Future called her sixth part of the year autumn.
The night was the time of sleep. At day the four Murms worked together in weaving a web, which they called World. World was woven with a black and with a white string and thus it had a speciel pattern, which they called Fate. The pattern Fate was consisted of many pictures and these pictures told a very long story. This was not a normal story like the stories we normally read in books. This story had no begin and no ending, it was eternal, but its content was not infinite. The story simply reapeated itself at some point over and over again. (Like the live and the world of the Murms…) This story was called Time or sometimes History. It was a story about gods, humans, ettins, animals, plants and inanimated matter, an eternal circle of live.