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“Mythology can be defined as the sacred history of humankind. This is different from what we call "history." Mythical stories, when you trace them back to their origin, often have a sacredness, a holy quality that comes from the bedrock of lore from which they emerged.”

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Book:Not Since Mark Twain - Stories: Newly Revised
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Gerald Hausman
Gerald Hausman

Gerald Hausman is an American author born on October 13, 1945. His works span a variety of fields, including history, culture, and literature. more

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