Words are like bodies; meanings are like souls.
This is it. There are no hidden meanings. All that mystical stuff is just what's so.
Real myths are often strange and startlingly unfamiliar, and don't always give up their meanings easily; you have to tease them out, and for me, that's one of the pleasures of reading older collections of lore.
Suppose we were able to share meanings freely without a compulsive urge to impose our view or conform to those of others and without distortion and self-deception. Would this not constitute a real revolution in culture.
My job is to tell good stories, convey meanings, invoke emotion as well as I can. I'd rather be doing that than anything else.
You know sometimes words have two meanings.
Hell is full of good meanings and wishings.