Myth speaks in a tongue older than the ego, deeper than ideology. It bypasses rational defenses and speaks directly to the imaginative, symbolic, and archetypal centers of human consciousness. The very places where worlds are formed.
Modernity’s metaphysics are cloaked in neutrality but they are not neutral. They tell a story: of a world without intrinsic value, of a self as isolated computation, of a future as algorithmic optimization. To confront this story, you must bring in another story. One that is alive, dangerous, and sacred.
Mythic language doesn’t move linearly. It folds time. It reads the past as prophecy and the future as memory. It breaks the spell of modernity’s progressive clock and invokes the kairos, the moment ripe with fate.
In that moment, another world is touchable.
You begin to crack the metaphysical crust of modernity. Not with academic arguments alone, but with a tone, a gravity of meaning. You speak not to convince, but to awaken. Language becomes ritual, portal, blowtorch.
The goal is not to restore ancient myths wholesale. The goal is to let new myths emerge through your blood, over the ruins of abstraction.
You don’t reject modernity.
You infiltrate it.
You plant myth in its concrete.
And wait for roots to rupture steel.
This is how you oppose the metaphysics of the digital age. Not by technical critique alone, but by realizing that the whole system is a ritual gone wrong.