In the religious myths, the creative will appears personified in God, and man already feels himself guilty when he assumes himself to be like God, that is, to ascribe this will to himself. In the heroic myths on the contrary, man appears as himself, creative and guilt for his suffering and fall is ascribed to God, that is, to his own will. Both are only extreme reaction phenomena of man wavering between his Godlikeness and his nothingness, whose will is awakened to the knowledge of its power and whose consciousness is aroused to terror before it. Otto Rank We multiply diseases for delight, Invent a horrid want, a shameful doubt, Luxuriate in license, feed on night, Make inward bedlam - and will not come out. Why should we? Stripped of subtle complications, Who could regard the sun except with fear? This is our shelter against contemplation, Our only refuge from the plain and clear. Who would crawl out from under the obscure To stand defenceless in the sunny air? No terror of obliquity so sure As the most shining terror of despair To know how simple is our deepest need, How sharp, and how impossible to feed. Marcia Lee Anderson