Min: The Myth of the Earth

This post is not yet written, but here is some related material:

The spiritual experience of Si in a person I call Min, as distinct from Si the information metabolism process.

Min: The Myth of the Earth

The earth, not merely as dirt but as a place of history but also of rich layers and narratives long past, embodies the mystery of Min. Min is chronological, expansive, old, wise, lasting and foundational. The physical structure of the earth then becomes a sort of living memory for all that has ever happened in it; scars left behind in stones and papers. As a myth, Min contains themes of sacred knowledge as encapsulated in old scrolls and ruins; of “the truth” that has been lost in time. The Red Book of Westmarch is one such Min scroll created by a Min spirit.

Indeed, the Hobbits (Baggins in particular) are a perfect representation of the myth; mellow, self-kept, studious, proper, but incredibly nostalgic, earthy, and into comforts. The shire is one such place. Cozy, familiar, time-tested. Perhaps the best metaphor for Min is a cottage. And people guided by the myth of Min will often array their house with knickknacks. With photos of grandchildren. With mementos of every kind.

What the myth of Min is about, on a deeper level, is one’s unbroken connection to the past. It’s about our place in the earth. A want to feel connected to something greater; to answer “where did I come from?” and “why am I here?” Ancestry then becomes very important, and many guided by Min will seek to uncover their genealogy as far back as they can. They may hold onto their great grandfather’s old pistol or pass down their grandmother’s wedding ring.

In animation and media, the myth of Min is depicted by an ancient forest.

Or.. the Senex of that forest

TiSi Hayo Miyazaki’s (Ghibli) art style is a hybridization of the Puer Aeternus and the myth of the Earth; of fantastical childhood magic within a mysterious and ancient world:

The ultimate fulfillment of this myth would be to sink into the earth; to lay down deep roots in some cottage somewhere in the outskirts of town. Or to go back to one’s childhood home and raise one’s family nearby. To be part of the unbroken chain. To pass down knowledge generation after generation.