Since time began humankind has enjoyed a good story. Nothing better than a good tale as you curl up by the fire safe and secure from wintry wilds. Whether we are listening to a story teller, reading a book, watching a movie a play or listening to music we are transported to other realms relishing the thrills and spills without any of the risk. Later, in quiet moments, we can relive the adventure supplanting the heroes with versions of ourselves.
It is from these storytellings that I believe all mythological deities beasts and demons sprang. From God(s) to Nessy to UFO’s, Yowie and Bigfoot tall tales that thrill and chill us by the campfire. Nothing wrong in that except that these “Stories” have now leeched into our modern frames and taken on that grain of truth; sentiment leaving a vague notion of longing and hope that they are true.
As long as we know they are harmless yarns then I suppose it does not matter at all. That though is the problem isn’t it; humanity’s inability to see the difference between fantasy and reality. . .truth and fiction.